Monday, March 7, 2011

grey

Two nights ago I dreamt
of a warm place with a warm smell
an unwalled building lost in 
translucent cloud veils of curtain.

Women in grey saris gathered under grey stones.

Granite Buddha
granite Ganesha
Vairocana
Vinãyaka
avatar
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The ash dry air was the color of a pigeon's wing.
Unsettling, vague expectations
surrounded us.
500 greys engulfed us.

From somewhere outside I heard 
the breathing of horses, the restless stomping of hooves.
I turned from the statues as a flash of tusky white swept
past me, redolent of green cedar, spring earth, rain.
Something vast, too quick for the eye, shook everything,
charged it with 
silver, 
platinum, 
white gold.