Lenses

A visual treat of

photographs

viewed by sensitive eyes
woke me up
to my reality
this early morning

as I inhabit
the time zone of my birth
once again, waiting for pieces of
myself to coalesce into who I am

I saw in those images
the wistful touch of gnarled hands
on cool marble floors
praying for something unseen

my own people
seen as the other
a sister, force fed
to prevent tainting
the conscience of
those who don't care as much
as they are supposed to

souls, soles and stories
told by an unseen brother
Sanjay

who lives up to his name
and helps me see
sights far away
from my physical self