This week’s poem inspired by exceptional people I know.

Like trees

Women.
Like trees
growing more substantial,
more encompassing,
more interesting,
with age.

Dhaka 2015

This week’s poem, inspired by a recent visit to Srimongol in the Sylhet region of Bangladesh. A part of the country surprisingly different from the delta areas.

Srimongol

We appear to have left Bangladesh;

ascending against rising hills,

ordered tea with lemon

and sugar

cane and rubber

plantations, gas fields

bubble into burning ponds,

hills, hills and looking back

the blink of endless paddies.

Shimongol, Bangladesh 2015