Carried By Sense

flight for any seated posture
takes root at the flesh of nerves
for how long this journey felt coming
on Hobart the messages carried my feet
a natural mystic blowing through the sky
time was unknown place was unknown
that i would travel was in the air
to Bali
a natural mystic highway of mopeds
swirling in and out of taxi's and cars
of children and adults
who take the road for themselves
with fish
Francesca drank like
Michel
we danced
with Marco we talked
and searched for Nicki in Ubud
i bent forward to see the monkeys
at yoga barn
the breeze entered tandasana.