“Doorways”: More photos of India by Paula

As promised, here are several more dazzling photos from India.

Poem: “Today I Found Some Diamond”

 [Sculpture: "Quantum Cloud" by Antony Gormley]

 

Today I Found Some Diamond

 

today I found some diamond

in my chest just beaming

like a star whose light

had finally reached earth’s retina

 

to find yours, do this:

sit unclenched, with a breathing

planet rolling on your open palm

like one of those Chinese stress

balls without a mate,

 

smile halfly, with the fluid

contentment that comes with

pooping away

all obscuration

 

on moh’s hardness

scale a diamond scores ten,

because it can cut anything,

and not be scratched itself

 

mine wedges through

it all like microwaved butter,

 

its crystalline edges

are the sentinels of

heart space,

keeping the middle

prismic and boundless—

 

that’s the point of it all

you nut.

Poetry: “On the Migration of a Poet”

Art by Ann Johnson

 On the Migration of a Poet

we called him “King of the Alien Heart,”

but with similar enough anatomy.

the way he sang at the slaughter

of sundogs was so eccentric!

 

we suffered his quirks

for the way he lit up a sunset

at noon

or made our sexual organs

tingle

with a metaphor

about flowers.

 

he had the attention

span of a duck in heat,

but the memory of a goose

who’s finally made up his mind.

 

“this is how I migrate”

he’d say, holding up

a wrinkled sheet of chicken

scratch.

 

“north or south?” we’d humor him.

“neither” he’d say

and get the glassy look

of a man on a spaceship

spotting the planet

where he was born.