Jahnavi Harrison

"Govinda! Damodara! Madhaveti! He Krishna! He Murari! He Sakheti! The well I drank from has run dry; the river bed has moved over years, Now cell phones ring instead of bells; the sacred hill has almost disappeared. Prayers and ashes at the river’s edge, drifting side by side; sun rises over new hotels; sages close their eyes…"