Layover

One travels more usefully when alone, because he reflects more. ~ Thomas Jefferson

A postcard city found

lit by romance

of an unknown history

 

Blank sheets

of a new journal

await filling

 

A new perfume

fills the air

but stirs no memories

 

Every breath

taken here

is deep and new

 

The music

unfamiliar

yet pleasing

 

A tired soul

bares itself

tarnished yet curious

 

For a few days

a fantasy

will live

 

Thoughts of

being from nowhere

will be entertained

 

Happiness fleeting

history has a way

of catching up

~ acrylic on canvas MCS