A Walk Through Pere Lachaise 

Following spray painted arrows on concrete stones

A flower child spins in circles, creating tie dye swirls, looking up, dancing for the sky

A mosaic of flower petals fit neatly together on the ground where they fell

Smoke from burning incense floats, creating cloud formations at our knees

Hints of the past emerge, a resurrection of another time

But this moment soon blows away

The dance ends

Petals are swept with the wind

The smoke melts into the ground

And I continue on my way, following spray painted arrows, but not empty handed

 

Originally posted October 15, 2015

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Getaway to the Island of Koh Samui

White sandy beaches

Ocean scents dissolve anchors wrapped around our necks

We pledge to remove all time pieces

And let the days drip slowly by

 

Walks down sleepy dirt roads

An outdoor make-shift restaurant of sorts, finds us

We peruse the catch of the day

From long wooden carts lined with freshly caught fish resting on ice

So simple to point and choose

Open fire cooking emits wonderful sounds off a hot pan

We smell the sizzling aroma while we wait

Our mouths drip with anticipation

 

Morning sunrises

Dusk sunsets

What falls in between so lighthearted, not bonded by time

Creating memories not in high definition

Grainy 8 millimeter movies without sound etched in our heads

Freedom defined by silent smiles of the cast

Reel to reel, bookended by the orange sun

That signal the scene’s beginning and end

 

We know the movie cannot last forever

Eventually our watches will return to our wrists

Transported back to a world obsessed with time

But not now; now is for white sandy beaches, ocean breezes

A collection of orange sunsets to remember the beauty of our youth

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Originally posted August 25, 2015

 

Cusco Moments

Burnt orange rooftops

Shadowed alleys, stairways leading up

Fresh lime wedges squeezed on ceviche

Stretched out in courtyards enjoying the sun

Patina tower tops against a backdrop of drifting clouds

Alpaca softness against my skin

Focusing on children’s smiles through camera lenses 

Inca Trail memories still simmering in my head

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Originally posted August 14, 2015

Driving Through Lightning Storms

Lightning storms in the distance

With each strike

We are in awe of their shapes and power

They strike left, right and center

It’s strange

We do not hear the thunder

Our paths converge

Soon a strike that is too close for comfort

Our awe turns to uneasiness

Uneasiness turns to fear

We continue forward

And try to chat normally like we always do

But deep inside its churning

Round and round

Our eyes are wide darting back and forth

Peering through the rain drops

Wishing for over there

Not right here

Where we are

As soon as it began

It also ends

And we shoot out of the storm

Into sunshine and clear skies

The lightning storm is now behind us

And again, we wonder why

We never heard the thunder

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Originally posted June 29, 2015

Journey to Sensoji Temple

In the distance

The gates of the Sensoji Temple rise

My heart beat quickens

But my steps remain slow and steady

As I near

The wind and thunder guardians greet me

As if waiting for me for this precise moment

I light incense and place it in a large urn

A slow smoldering smoke begins to burn

Patiently, I wait for the smoke to rise

Then cup my hands, lean forward

Bow my head

Wafting the smoke towards me

Over and over again

Smoke follows a slow current

Taking its time, flowing from top to bottom

Silently I say a prayer

For healing and forgiveness

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Originally posted August 4, 2015

Pamplona

It’s after midnight

Pamplona greets us with open arms

Streets typically empty and silent

Not tonight

Celebration’s prelude of tomorrow’s chase

 

Sangria overflowing

I’m floating inside my glass

Swimming not drowning

But drowning in this glass may not be such an unpleasant thought

At least, just for tonight

 

Handshakes, hugs, more filled glasses

A feeling this will never end

Smiles from street to street

Greet to greet

I wonder if the bulls also have smiles on their faces right now

 

Dawn will awake

Sometime soon or off in the distance

I can’t tell

But at that time

I will see if my courage is there

To run through the streets

The chase of a lifetime

Or if not

Watch from the sidelines

With regret nipping at my heels

 

Originally posted August 1, 2015