Nature abhors a vacuum, likewise,
the streets of Delhi, where cars
brake and advance, rhythmically pulsing,
like lungs taking in air, or air filling
bellows for a fire. Everything
now alternates
between giving and taking.
Vendors and pedestrians weave
through traffic, offering wares
or collecting bills and coins.

Nature abhors a vacuum, and for this reason,
the river flows through the canyon
and rain gushes through the once dry riverbed.
On every continent, in every land,
this same truth holds.

And even in dark alleys
and closeted valleys,
where there is fear or hate,
which is only a vacuum or absence,
haltingly,
love lurches in.