Tiny, sweet clinking accompanies each step
her delicate, bare feet take,
as they brush against the grass,
like a hymn brings the world to life.
Anklet: light-reflecting chain and
a hundred bells drape over
in a line, with an intentional hand-
crafted design.
In the photograph I capture:
she’s walking down the path
Indian jungle overhead and
bright red fabric held in both
of her mehndi-decorated hands.
She turns to gaze at me with
her nose-ring in; dark eyes.
Right into the lens the way she did
when we were 19 practicing
what we called “professional”
photography in my home studio;
now, years later, we stand here.
You said: “This what you were
dreaming of. How do you like
this picture you now have of me,
in my wedding dress, entrusting
you with my hands, I make
you listen to these feet.”
UF PRISM 