I've been on a retreat
Eating rice,
doing yoga,
and listening.
The jungle of the city behind me.
Plenty of time to read books always wanted to read.
Time to remember and look at anew.
Time to sift through my fingers,
leisurely.
Tonight it's 11 PM,
and I peak through the curtain of my life behind.
Of the allemande left and right of lives,
Of hearing about busyness
and more busyness,
I see events, celebration, good times.
And for awhile I reach out in my mind
to friends across the continent.
But my calendar allows me to close the curtain
and be in this cozy cocoon
of rice and leisure for a few more days.
Coming here was stepping onto another planet.
What will it be like to go home?