Saint Sara-Kali In the Shrine at Saintes Maries de la Mer
milling in the doorway
we wait for a glimpse of you
shuffling our feet, craning our necks
we wait, but then
over heads, between raised arms, hands clenching lit tapers
your face, marble black,
a slant of sunlight falling into your eyes,
bringing you to life.
Sainte Maries de la Mer (Gypsy festival)
Featured Poetry of Raine Geoghegan
photo by Chris Thomson
