India

First time

You just panic and stare

It is all too noisy

Too different

Too difficult.

First time

You are like a little white fish

Drowning in the excremental air.

But you can stop flapping,

You can accept the noise and the smells and the heat,

You can open up your soul and welcome it

And you will survive

Because your heart will be filled

And 

Your dry, hungry eyes    

Will be satisfied.

Anjuna 2006