The Welcoming Party
Wide eyed and oh-so bushy tailed
We stepped into new beginnings
The night had landed with us.
Uncertain as our pack laden gait
On the path from the terminal building
We face the clamour of the welcoming party.
For this we had in no way bargained
Front stage in a hawkers’ feverish scrum
Paparazzi pimping the city of temples.
The immediacy of money has us floundering
Hailing a cab at the roof of the world
Where the sky presses down on the earth.
We fly like a wasp through a city hive
That floats aloft the night's buried valley
Travellers cheques strapped against solar plexus.
Incisors hidden in the mouth of a giant
Morning would reveal the splendour of its smile
And our wonder called down from the heavens.
© Les Roberts 2016. All Rights Reserved.