people

prayers of a lifetime etched on a face



the drummer



smiling faces
people from places
where do they come from?
where do they go from here?
In a land called nowhere
what brings them so close
from east to west
and west to east
migrating flocks of people, yak and geese
some imported
some domestic
some looking rather smug and pleased
'stay here', sit down'
'pass the khambir and butter tea around'
'life is short, talk to me'
'Don't stop, move around'
'abundant colours are gorwing here,
but please, no loud sounds'
'capture all, don't spill'
'shoot', 'shhhh....be still!!!




three old men



i watch silently