Magic suitcase

we laughed walking together about travelling This is her story that I dedicate in a poem Esker~

I am here many years peeling layers and sticking masks aside unpacking the packing like Lord Jims stories the vessels he sketched in my head Movies "never get out of the goddamn boat unless you absolutely were going all the way!" same author movie by Cappola I see movement like asian dance like cloud realms be they rain or snow filled the heat as thick as the cold sensations prickling memory alive alert to thunder and my heart tied to the captstan of resonsibilities realizing I have made freinds in my dreaming here and here we have travelled in the womb in our aged ways and in new eyes as period favours come and go in colour script and form yet to the core we are human feeling what we can like whispers in the arms of tethered trees that roam alive outside or at distant horizon edge our roots our reachs our passions Esker~

talked to her again we waver on wavelenghts like signal to signal smiling in the gulf the great distance preening so different are we that the same we are