I love this good grey coat
for it reminds me of my time abroad
when it kept me warm even when the water
poured
and all my notebooks in its many pockets
were filled with notes and maps
and prayers and poems
and all the little things
that cross your mind when
you’re in a country not your own
see now what i write in this notebook spread before me?
the candlelight flickers across the half-written scribblings
as i consider even now that i walk as a pilgrim in a foreign land
so let me fill these pages with all the wonders that spur my thoughts
to spiral further up and further in
consider this far country to which i go.