A couple of hours to relax surrounded by pretty garden beasties before I was rudely disturbed by the rhesus macaques.
Under a Tree in Rishikesh
Shimmering butterflies’ wings
channel the whim of the gods.
The garden a canvas
for their forever vanishing masterpiece.
Feathery well-wishers sing
in distant trees too,
that this peace I know unfurls in nature beyond.
Articulately, intelligently, fastidiously, relentlessly
a lone black ant
inspects and re-inspects
every blade, sheath and shadow of the grass by my blanket laid.
Cautious. Shifting lizard.
Yogic fingers poised;
her terracotta becomes the bark
‘til monkey kerfuffle cues a dash to cover.
The naughty boys are back in town.
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