Sojourn

With a white palm filter stuck to his lower lip

While twisting Drum Blue in his fingertips

"As uncanny as it is," he said, "it's equally as strange

How much you remind me of myself at that age

On a pilgrimage of sorts

On a spiritual quest

Seeking the guidance of empathy

Collecting it with every breath

Expanding on what you know

While writing from the same rationale

As the shimmers of the Van Gogh moon you found swirling in the midnight canal

Do you see the parallel

For the here and now?"