Trip Poem #8 – Ubud

Ubud Bali Indonesia

Planetary

 

I seek a portable religion

With seasonal shrines housed in leaf

 

Faces of chalk upon each odd-shaped rock

To mark the spot where tomorrow

I might drop

My planetary skin

 

Gods with flaws

Brawn

And a taste for sweats

Sweating under the yellow

Umbrellas I bring

 

Anything:

A spring green walk in a city field

A row of puddles in a parking block

A well-spent transit leaving delay

Deserves a carved stone upon which I can sit

And pray

 

No cathedrals with rose stained windows

That waste their populace

Or chapels with open-mouthed saints

To watch me beg grace

 

Women here men there

Beauty dormant under cover

 

Here:

Give me holy

 

Here and here and here

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