hart am wind segeln

i have much to look forward 

to and little more than that: i will see that 

wall that from space i am told can be seen: i will travel thru

india - look at all the colors i could 

be. return to paris and just sit - like i did new orleans 

i want to walk the streets of germany in the warm fall

i want to do all this with the western wind: we can travel south 

and if we are quick enough i can hold 

my abuelita's hand one last time: she will be happy to 

know i finally found the mechanic she kept insisting 

was mine and if i am alone i will tell her

how i know more of faith