While I was volunteering in northern India for a month-and-a-half, I lived next door to a Buddhist monastery. Besides observing the red robes pace through their morning prayers on the rooftop terraces, I often caught their daily afternoon games of badminton.
Badminton Brothers
Scarlet scarves splattered
both sides of the court
as vermillion vied for victory —
sacred stains swatting at the birdie,
painting patterns in the monastery.