Tuesday, March 15, 2016

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.


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