And the sun breaking through
On the untracked line
You’ve been eyeing for months
The last thing on your mind
Is an avalanche
But it shouldn’t be
The last thing on your mind
Is an avalanche
But it shouldn’t be
A trickle at first
Then a torrent
Then a tumult
Until the space filled
In a thunderous storm
Happy and curious
Enthralled with
The foreigner
And his camera
Sights, sounds, smells
Unlike anywhere else
In a country
Unlike anywhere else
To Tibet
In the heart of Beijing
It’s so decreed
By The Party
She’d seen my camera
A foreigner with a camera
“Take my picture!”
Happily, I oblige
Line her up with the street
The cyclist, passing by
I come for my friends
For the best band in the town
For the wood and the charm
The best Après around
Quietly contemplating
Looking out
Into myself
There are few things more satisfying
Than sharing something new and beautiful
With family