night landing
touched down nine thousand feet up
woken to the rainy season
cloud cover and the infra-red burn
Catholic guilt faced by Columbian gilt
alters the skin, the soul
the shaman's spirited local brew
fires imagination
brings narcotic clarity to dreaming
of being here, now
the journey begins
~
n.b. Picture courtesy of NOP, who is on his travels.
CLP 16/03/2022
Journey of Words 