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Monday, Aug. 4, 2014

Ganga Aarti

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                                   Benares is older than history, older than tradition,

                                   older even than legend, and looks twice as old as

                                   all of them put together.

                                                                     Mark Twain

 

I meet Dolly at the river of light and

water buffalo, sacred morning baths,

cobras in baskets, temples, pyres,

burning bodies. Piled up in high daytime

on Dasaswamedh Ghat, sandalwood-infused

heat unfurls now at sunset from the dust,

a reliable, smoky, ashy, jet lag tonic.

It is the incensed puja that raises her on a pillar

of light between two wooden boats

rickety with tourists setting flower bowls

afloat, adrift. Leis of wick lamps drop

from Dolly’s sleeves and trail like fringe.

Dry as talcum powder,

a wake of cleansed and purified

water silvering behind her,

she wades aground up the stone steps,

where bindi hawkers,

saffron-robed pandits, and holy

sadhus clear a path of stares.

At the platform, under clanging cymbals,

she regards me watching her from a sari

shop balcony, and this is what she says:

“Hello, Stephen.”

 

 

Stephen Roger Powers started writing poetry thirteen years ago to pass time in the middle of the night when he was too energized to sleep after coming off the stage in comedy clubs around the Midwest. He is the author of The Follower’s Tale and Hello, Stephen, both published by Salmon Poetry. He hasn’t done stand-up in a long time, but every once in a while he finds avenues for the performer he was born to be. He was an extra in Joyful Noise with Queen Latifah and Dolly Parton, and he can be seen if you know just where to look.