Mixed

written for my friend and his new wife---love overcomes ignorance and prejudice....

 

Tradition stands across the street.

Watching me,

With judgement in his eyes.

 

I drown,

In expectations.

 

But I am holding my future

Feeling the warmth of her skin

 

Her modesty is not draped in a sari

Her skin does not hold our history

And yet

She is still beautiful

She is my Sita

 

And so

I will wait

In exile

Not forsaking my father

Only choosing

A devotion

Even he understands.

Reviews

[Chris G. Vaillancourt]

beautifully penned work

[Orlando Furioso]

I have a long-case clock which I love because of its traditional beauty. I wonder which I wld choose between it and say my iPod? The dentile moulding and canted corners of the 18th century clock are very, very sexy. As for the iPod... hmm.