Me, walking to the river.
The path to the river.
First day of winter solstice
rain stopped, morning fog descended,
lifting in the afternoon.
Walk with me to the river.
A fisherman waited patiently
the line and darkening sky.
Between the rocks and the hills
the river brings the tide upstream
I feel dizzy. I hope it’s not serious.
My home disintegrated during the windstorm
Losing all my possessions
Thank you for the shelter.
They took everything else
but my jewelries.
How would I look under the blue sky?