The Glittering Lobbies


Singapore,  I'm back!
The long straight taxi ride -
Ambient Eno
Sonar pings,  hypnotic and sedate.

Swim languidly;  elated,  dew-bediamonded.
Sun-infused darjeeling -  
A joyful downpour -
Waiters rush to cover poolside tables.

Curtains billow
In open-windowed rooms.
I stroll through glittering lobbies
In a trance of contentment,  an adept of opium dreams.

Deliciously dining alone,
I'm chanting the a la carte sutra.
Waitresses shimmer  - embroidered silk -
Discreetly attending to Buddha.

Seaforths,  widows,  farmers  at last
In the heaven glimpsed on wintry Sundays -
We amble together through the warm city night,
A generous, expansive host,  an invisible entourage.