The Air Here (day 2354)

Air is warmer here
Among the banana trees
And broad leaves
It lays about you
In spots that used to stay warm.
There is no separation
Between warm and humid
There is no dry
There is just a light breeze
From a passing window
Watching traffic
With no repetition
Zip by
In varying degrees of exhaust
Hoping whatever it is that’s making
The breeze keep so friendly
Keeps doing its work.

Marrow (day 2351)

I wrote a poem as depths of summer
Did I know it would collapse?
I followed the wind into sweet trees
And left my marrow to bleed.
I cried a last chance
Like winds over emptiness
I called and hung on to a word
Yet unspoken was my very reply.
Soon I had walked beyond
Escaped a southern wind
And opened my book to a lost page
Again, a cold and fleeting choice.

Bangkok (day 2340)

Here I watched the scooters fly
With an ilk of serene
Cursing through my softening veins
Incensed by the tropical glow
Of a soft wind.

A dog, likely stray
Rolled
Seeking nothing
Knowing no restriction
Just a search
In a lazy haze
Concrete park.

A soft bell blowing in the wind
Caused an easy glance
To float upon the day
A memory
Coming in and going out
Leaving traces upon my brow
In a heated moment.

There will be a day
Soon
Where I do not wish
Do not send
Just let and smile
No restrictions
A waltz.

The city hums
A oneness
Slowly connected
In a respectful flow
A common thought
And yeild
That is constantly tested
By foreigners
Who are never home.