Friends envy me, saying i dare to go where they dream to ride—
Across frail rope bridges spanning mountain rivers charging far below;
Sleeping on cold stone benches in roadless villages where feral hounds trace circles in the night;
Waking against ricesacks and backpacks on a bonejarring bus roof careering faster than wind can go;
Playing an endless game of chess in a concrete depot, anxious for a train that never shows;
Saying goodbye to anyone I ever loved or knew before—
Wind and squall throw us off deck, Indian Ocean stars greet us far below.
Friends, don't envy me adrift on currents swifter than our soul;
In sleep they carry me to iceblack seas where stars are never born.
No bridge, no train, no bus, no dogs, no friends or love to know—
Until one night i take a breath, a cry pours out, dreaming you to wake and follow.