taking a cue from Po Chü-i: where I belong

sometimes the dreams
are filled with faces
of those long gone
or absent in time
a sorrow here
in my heart
each morning
when I awake
but then a walk
along this shore
waves gently breaking
on ageless rocks
a cup of filter coffee
at a café
the aroma of freshly baked bread
a walk up the hill
watch the ships sail
mind peaceful
body at rest
sorrow may be part
of who I am
but let the dreams fade
here is where I belong

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