Ganga

So, I was sitting there, watching the river flow by fast

And thinking about my dear friend who so suddenly left this earth

And wondering, “River, where do you come from? Where are you going?”

Expecting something more profound than a geography-test type of answer

Which in a way I did get, because I started thinking of other friends

So many of them, actually – 

So beautiful, so smart, so kind (some even on facebook, actually)

And when life has been cruel, which it often has, so brave. So very brave.

It was Ardha-Kumbh, the crowds were thick, though only half as thick, I suppose.

We sang, stayed in line, made offerings, gave money

Though I would not consider taking a dip or drinking the water

Since it is holy, peaceful and pure but also dirty and polluted (and cold)

Like most places on earth, I suppose.