a confession from a refugee
in a no nails policy home
“it’s a lease but i feel
like i’m on a leash.”
ashes of incense sticks remained
as the scent cleared the air
and made its way to the deity
asking for positive energy
A blast from a splash
Jumping in a puddle
Trying once, trying twice
Getting wet and dirty
Oh mom deary,
I’m having fun.
Look at me!
haiku
wherever you go
you’re still you. at whatever
state you are, you’re that.