There is a small town in the far north
of India which sits just about at the base
of the Himalayas & I had a small adventure
there as I played the game of bailing out
some travel acquaintances on a dope charge
from the local stockade where the chief
smoked hashish with a smile & a jailed sadhu
who’d become the goddess Kali awhile during
a ritual & needed some quiet retreat
taught the four of them some yoga,
but most completely I remember it because
of the complete & utter peace I found
just to be sitting by the river & letting
the sound of it as it tumbled through
the rocks silence my mind & bring
some gentle gentle quiet,
but I moved on after awhile to the town
of Simla further north & there I saw
a dancing bear partnered lovingly
by a man from the hills
to the delight of the
gathered townsfolk
to the backdrop
of the distant
Himalayan snows
& so I guess
there are always, always,
new places to be
aren’t there ...