Sift Through the Travel.

Sip brown addictive grains

melting into smooth milky comfort

release any burden ever thought of

and rejoice louder than roaring trains.

Take tightly the offering

to boldly receive a ticket to

the blue shades to be seen differently

through laughter and suffering.

Whether it is bicycle, bus, train, or plane

the companion is remembered 

not the food or the hotel room.

In the countries those will remain.

A pack cannot fit what money cannot buy,

but the ink remembers how the garden smelled,

how the waiter spoke beyond comprehension,

and how all those bicycles passed us by.

Vines lushly curl around desires

to return defeating reasons of this world

and turning those grains, bitter and strong,

into a comforting taste that one acquires.