March 27, 2025: Lynn Domina, "Gandhi is everywhere,"
Gandhi is everywhere, by: Lynn Domina I thought, lost in Rio’s Centro district. A vendor hawking snacks blocked my view, until, stepping into the street, I saw his wire-rimmed eyeglasses, bare arms, his disproportionately large sandled feet, this black statue twice as tall as he ever was. The high sun flattened his features. I wanted to touch him, it, the smooth black stone formed into his image. A boy’s Portuguese confused me, something about water, something about thank you. Taxis loitered behind buses. The familiar body emerged from their exhaust, walking toward the sea or toward Parliament or toward his assassin. Later, I opened a map and saw his name there among metro stops, the Lapa steps, the Cathedral of St. Sebastian. I found my way back to my hotel, then home again to English, flat accents, potable water, cold winters, our fear of brown men teaching peace. (originally published in The Glacier ) Lynn Domin a is a poet living in Marquette. She enjoys traveling just about anywhe...