As the wind chime


Dips a demi-plié

Gurgling pleasing

Tinkles, I hear

Laughter refrains

Borne on the wings

Of blowing Easterly

Winds streaming

From the Hindu Kush

Mountains, down valleys

Ancient caravanserai(s) and

The Khyber Pass down

the Plains of the holy

River Ganges~


A knowing familiarity

A frisson of emotion

Snakes up and down

My brittle bones

And a sense of serenity

Courses through and

Through permeating

Reiterating secret

Messages refrain

Over and over

“Your endless wait

Is done, you will

Be home soon where

You belong”





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