Creative Coping

English at an Indian

Wedding, sitting in

The crowd among

The drums and

Auspices like weeds

Among the cultivated

Saries with their

Yellow and magenta

Blue topaz and

Peridot sheen.

Looking on Indians,

At home in their religion.

At One with

Whatever it is that

Made them.

The English hope It made them too,

When they come to looking

In the dusty files labelled

Wedding, funeral, birth.

God and gods and people and family weave

Together and in this

Web, the couple

Catch the tricks

They need,

Sharing the cords,

Keeping them taught

With Love,

The remover of all obtacles,

Ganesh.