Circles

I remember the first night. Minimal clothing and a bicycle. Slept on the floor. Lit candles for a soothing remembrance of other times. Indian food every night for a week. The heart wanted India. And this is where the dream started. 


Six months later the room fulfilled his promise. Forging from a transitional flux, we part ways in gratitude and slumber. Flavor, dust, cool heat harmonies.

Minutes before flight. India awaits...





Comments

Popular posts from this blog

To Catch Ya Up

r. carlos nakai+braking bad=missing new mexico

Unsettled, Unsatisfied, yet Optimistic