BY JAN HAAG

POETRY + ESSAYS + MUSIC + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO





CROSSROADS



At a crossroads,
indistinguishable from the landscape,
we hopped off the Jalna bus.

Undifferentiated though it was from the stones
and rocks of the earth,
at this crossroads

we disembarked to catch the bus to Ajanta.
At his intersection
no more noticeable than dust, random stones pushed aside,

no different than villages out there,
across rock and dirt,
made of rock and dirt,

under a savage sun,
in sand,
we waited

-- not too long --
for the next bus to stop
at a spot marked

by memory,
no doubt,
for there was no visible mark a stranger could see

to distinguish this bit of land
from the terrible vengeance with which God made grey rocks,
grey earth,

harsh sun.
We stood with our burdens,
as did the Indians,

under the sun
at the junction of one way with another,
where houses, like landscape, lay north,

but not south,
where the sun cast no shadow,
for the stones and walls were too low to impede the light.

The road was as smooth as land
trod by people for a thousand years and more.
I would guess at another way

only with the moon's slow rise.
Beside men of fuchsia turbans
we hopped off the bus,

stood with women
holding spider-fine children.
They, too, from lives of rock and stone,

were bussing to Ajanta.
At the crossroads --
not distinguishable from the land,

but crossing from one state into another,
from Jalna to Ajanta, where mountains are plains,
plains are sky --

the rocks beneath our feet glittered like stars.
The crossroads: one way angled to another,
intricate as the structure of time,

as a junction of the spirit,
crossroads of the imagination,
the decussation of worlds

where bonds,
invisible as light,
light as air

bind us as surely as God's thought.
The center is a line of division,
the joining of worlds,

the dust of union.








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BY JAN HAAG


POETRY + MUSIC + ESSAYS + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO



21st CENTURY ART, C.E. - B.C., A Context