Travel

 

 

There are places in my mind I will not go to,

perhaps a void

or a place of pain,

of unbridled longings,

even a fistful of sunshine,

or surrender to some secret gods.

There are places in my mind I will not go to.

 

Flying over the Hindukush mountains

with the soft bloom of apricot valleys,

acrosss rivers, ravines and ridges

through deodar forests,

past ancient monasteries,

beyond icy passes and snowy peaks,

perhaps to a point of no return.

 

 

 August 21