Behind the machine

The world moves through the black keys

Etched in mind and blood

two weeks of living

outside my comfort zone a

continent away

Waves crashing on rocks,

Island stacks emerging high,

Fog covers all things.

Old moss covered squares

and the shops by the river

harbor ghosts of slaves.

The Himalaya

Green lightning horizon storm

Reflecting on life

Zulu Natal coast,

Bury me in that golden sand,

As one forever.

Artemisia haze

arid pale dawn tiptoes in

sediment dreamtime

Ripe for the taking

Chinese threats lustily thrown

Ignore them and live

It has rainforest

It has sandy, warm beaches

It is beautiful

Peace and harmony

Onsen, temples, and nature

Old mingles with new.