doubt

so it has taken awhile.

you dream again 

of another country, another city, another.  you

remember the scent of spice in the wind.  

of candles, rituals, beads, chanting.

or of silence.  or of sea.

or of crisp of fog.  

remembering not knowing 

whether it is already day, or night

or was it sea waves or sky clouds

you see outside your window.

yet another city, another country, another.