TRAVELS, COMMUNION IN THE MIND

I remember a Chinese shop on the Main               Street 
Of St. Ann's Bay,
 The various scents there, 
And shoppers on the make;

I remember Varanasi
With narrow streets and quads
And a place that sold ink drawings
Of Arhats, Buddhas and saints

I remember what you told me
As we walked between the walls
You pointed at the endless horizon
And taught how walls must fall

Beyond the deep horizon
In a city by the sea
We sat at the circle's centre
And spoke of a man of peace.


(C)2019 by W.G. Milne