Morning Over Ahmedabad Poem by Thomas Dooley

The sun pokes its face
Through the gray haze
From the rough top
I sit in my own peace

Morning over Ahmedabad
Above the sandalwood trees
The feeling that is only found in dreams

The baritone call of a waking bull
The buzz of motorcycle passing by
In the market debates of the price of dates
The clinking of the spoon stirring the morning's chi

Morning over Ahmedabad
It is much more than a place
It is feeling that is beyond meaning

Many smells masked by burning trash
A pail of soapy water smacks on the street below
The thin lines of smoke from burning incense
In this experience, time does not exist

Morning over Ahmedabad
No other place like this