and comforting words sustain you.
Drunkenness can’t relieve such loss.
Sleep only postpones it.
You’re a traveler stranded
between destinations.
You can neither settle
where you’ve been dropped off,
nor embark for the next stop.
You trudge like someone exhausted,
as if you’ve just recovered from a fever.
Your suitcase is far too heavy,
your currency useless.
Be patient as salt and watch
how time mixes perfume and ashes.
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Bill Wolak has just published his tenth book
of poetry entitled The Lover’s Body with
Cross-Cultural Communications.
Recently, he was a featured poet at
The Hyderabad Literary Festival. Mr.
Wolak teaches Creative Writing at William
Paterson University in New Jersey.
