Trip Poem #8 – Ubud

Ubud Bali Indonesia



I seek a portable religion

With seasonal shrines housed in leaf


Faces of chalk upon each odd-shaped rock

To mark the spot where tomorrow

I might drop

My planetary skin


Gods with flaws


And a taste for sweats

Sweating under the yellow

Umbrellas I bring



A spring green walk in a city field

A row of puddles in a parking block

A well-spent transit leaving delay

Deserves a carved stone upon which I can sit

And pray


No cathedrals with rose stained windows

That waste their populace

Or chapels with open-mouthed saints

To watch me beg grace


Women here men there

Beauty dormant under cover



Give me holy


Here and here and here

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