from rubbles to a giant spider

part of the house has been in rubbles for almost a week.





from the rubbles, out came a giant spider that surfed through the room and silently disappeared.





now back to the work i am finishing.

from pakse to vientiane: saravane/khammouane roads

from the first point i made my first step, the dust swamped the humid air.


















i was told, take the short road to comfort,








but life said, long roads may take men and women nowhere and anywhere,






lost and beaten, tired and weighed, long roads take you to me






and the comfort of knowing you have me.

i lost sleep

i lost sleep five times today
and three times last night.
i could have but i did not
and she has traveled almost
three or five hours away.

i rushed to catch her at twelve
but caught myself doing something else.
i tried again at one and came two
and by four but, she slipped past me
not thrice or four but five times more.

i lost sleep just now a sixth time
since i am still a-----writing,
hopeful, in the last three or four
or even five words more ~
before
sleep
tries
running







again.