Everyday Poetry

I've enjoyed a couple of swims in swimming pools since we've been in India.  It didn't seem so strange at the Mumbai Trident Hotel, but it felt very privileged to do it here in Kanha National Park. We shriek at the cold In the clear blue pool Less than a mile from wells Where women gather at dawn and dusk To draw their water.  No wonder they stand and stare At our exotic white faces; How strange it must seem To take a clear blue pool for granted.  © Copyright 2025. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved

Hours in jolting jeeps Fuel dreams of tiger sightings; Each morning the same. © Copyright 2025. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved

We're in India,  and have enjoyed two early dawn Jeep safaris so far.  It's simply magical how night gradually transforms into day.   Milky webbed threads coat the grassland As the light thins out the dawn-pulled sky, And the dark thickens into forest. © Copyright 2025. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved