A Land Called Elsewhere

Thinking of far off places…
Sunlight,
a cup of tea.

Green drapes the ground
With tranquility.

Wind prickles the skin
With a sense of excitement.

Can you see me?

Bare face, bare hips,
Feet hitting the ground

Sunlight,
a cup of tea.

Green drapes the ground,
Dirt drapes my skin.

Can you see me?

Eyes reflect sunlight,
Vibrant.
Muted.
Persistent.