Being alone is not easy, especially in a foreign place. But being disconnected, for me is even worse. Each day, I connect…..a walk, a picture..a poem. I wrote this poem a few moments ago.

After the evacuation,
a desolate dawn.
Even the sun bends
when a butterfly flies by.
A sun in skull.

But then, a calm
and thin air.
A mind gone, and reborn.
Straining at the padlock,
and chased back to the sea.