Of senses soothed by heat and dust
Of order found in teeming chaos
Of drawing warmth from strangers’ smiles
Of steps ringing true on paths unknown.
Of songs familiar by their strangeness
Of the solace of customs unacquainted
Of only knowing who I am, when not knowing where I am
Of motion bringing stillness
Of the road restoring calm.
Written from Morocco ,October 2023
© N.R. Bradley is from St .Andrews, Scotland.
