A naive boy alone in India.
I take my first steps
Outside the "resort"
And I don’t know if this here dog
Is going to bite me.
I have been here for four days, five nights.
These dogs, they’re stray dogs.
I briefed and braced myself
As much as I could -
But there are some things
You simply can’t prepare for.
I walk a bit further.
I walk and I see a bull
Of course, the bull, it scares me, quite a lot -
More than the dog did.
But I start walking towards them,
Until I get scared and I turn around,
Quietly, looking over my shoulder,
Checking in with these bulls.
They look around and I begin to realize
That maybe I'm one with nature, one amongst the bulls.
So I turn back around, for they remind me,
That I am an animal, too I face them.
I charge. But I walk right past them.
While I had set out to write:
How at first, a gentle dog scared me,
And then, how at second, I saw a herd of bulls,
And third, I imagined redeeming myself
By petting the bulls.
Do you think I pet those bulls?
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