recruiting myself to play

In January I go .. off to the land

of spices.

Begonias and passion fruit, in plentiful

for me to smell and eat, respectively.

Wandering, I hope

and wish for time

and space to set

me apart from me

that i have known

in the past.

Glancing, at the window

or a mirror off a tuk-tuk

I may see me, covered

in dust of active india,

a bit wearied as it

will be hot and humid,

but happy as it

WILL be hot and humid.