Just north of Khartoum

adrift, for now

one song follows another

one moment indistinguishable

from the next

beyond the movements

the pauses

of my fingers on the keyboard

it is a bliss

not knowing what comes next

there are so many words

and songs to occupy me

if my words run out

in my old age

I drift

and remember

when I ran

where I walked

the trees I climbed

the people I loved

and it's all one life

a huge picture

not just a memory

but a river

that keeps moving

and I haven't found the end

not yet

maybe it's circling around

to a place

where I'll begin again

(completed on a Sunday, the fifth day of May, 2024)