A lasting memory from India

The fire cackles with a gentle ferocity

that comforts my aching soul.

Feeling alone

As I sit in the valley
carved out
by the ancient Ganges.  

And as I look out into the universe

I cannot help but wonder

Are you looking at the same sky?

I cannot help but wonder
where within the constellations
we seem to fit.

Our childhood is fleeting away
from us
at a speed
I can't seem to calculate.