Poems by Gail Ghai

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Somewhere Near Amritsar

by Gail Ghai

From Canary Autumn 2009

Gail lives in the Sarasota Bay watershed on the eastern shore of the Gulf of Mexico.

Somewhere near Amritsar
the Delhi Express slows

as pools of brown monsoon
rain have come late like

a promise, have inundated these lush
Punjabi fields, sculpted the banks of

the train tracks with sand bags and
delays, reminding us there is a god

in the smallest element. Keep in mind,
ivy can crumble stone, a cobra can kill

a king, and water is a lord. He can
shower or rinse away our lives.

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