Today is my last day in India.
One last day in proper bangles and sari,
I wake in the morning, an hour early
With anticipation, sadness and gratitude
For the many secrets She has rendered me.
The morning is humid and cool
As I sit in my place of peace
I am on the roof where I did yoga,
In the place where I stretch my mind
It is my last sunrise here
The growth swaying in a gentle breeze
The terra cotta roofs point to the sky
Where I will soon take flight,
She has shown me her sorrow
Her wonder, her pain, her differences
Yet similarities dance in my head
And I am called onward to change.
As the birds chirp they are now familiar
I listen and search for my song
To regale of what this place has taught me
Sure to never forget, rather, use.
For it is a new me that heads home
A different author singing more intensely
I cannot go back to that
Which held my breath in winter
This life should stay alive
It is my song now, and will
To express and careen anew
Relationships, hopes, fears, and dreams.
India, hark! I have heard your cry
And here forever more will answer
To that which deems much response
It is I who regale now and ever.
To return it is a hurt, a pain
That encourages this bird to go
Forgetting never the secrets told
On red and black soils of new and old.