Here lie the labours of a far-off land
Where groups of women murmur in the sand
Where skies flame pink with heat
When lovers meet
Where fingers flick their needles as they weave –
How deft! What speed!
Here lie the remnants of a sari worn
To shreds, then rescued, then reborn
To cover shoulders cool
Unpack the mule
When, travel weary, limbs begin to bend
To night’s rich end.
I love the terracotta and the gold
The turquoise flurry and soft cushion’s fold
The careless fling of patch
Where colours catch
So feet may move securely as they walk
To eat and talk.
Here lie the secrets of a far-off land
Where families live cheek by jowl, crammed
Together day by day
With them we pray
Their way of life will soar with rainbow’s hue:
Our special few.