Examiner in Sri Lanka
Stepping dignified from the cab I prickled
as heat wrapped round me like a musty duvet.
I staggered and gagged politely.
Avoiding broken pavement, rotting fruit,
the scaly upturned palm
I deliberately shut my nostrils
and my judgement
following the gliding sari to the unhinged gate.
I was important.
I lacked nothing.
I felt empty.
(First published Micropress New Zealand "Poetry for People" vol. 5 issue 2 2000)