Looking through the Gateway to India

Finally wakening from out jet lag coma.
Moving s-l-o-w-l-y as we adjust to the heat.
Following the finely dressed crowds,
dressed in their brightest, swaying back and forth
past the Gateway to India
like an aquarium of exotic tropical fish.

Photographers try to capture the innocence
of young, playful children with cameras
that don't even look out of place alongside
the black and yellow 1950's taxis.

It's organized chaos in the streets as the taxis
weave and dance through the wide streets knowing
when to take the lead and when to carefully
follow as not to get stomped on by passing
overloaded trucks busting with goods.
Horns honk to their own beat in a language of their own.

Our evening wooden cruise boat finds some
welcomed cool breeze past battleships,
junks, and sailboats that turn to shadows
as the sun sets in Mumbai.