Getting
High
After hearing
Yuyutsu Sharma on Nepal
He
takes me to his world
an
abode of snow melts
flows
down
treeless
steppes
cascades
past seasons
rivers
of morning rise
unveiling
valleys of glacial flow
I
inhale
mists
of monsoon rains
eternal
spring
showers
fields of forever
musk
deer grazes on
magnolia
and mint
I
exhale red rhododendron
slants
of sunlight
clove,
cumin, coriander
He
takes me to this place
his
temple, his shrine
with
words
floating
like dust motes
by
Lorraine Conlin/2010
Loraine Conlin is a U.S.
Customs Broker at Kennedy Airport. She
hosts “Tuesdays With Poetry” for Poets in Nassau. She is on staff for PPA, hosting at Sip This
and Bellmore Bean Café. Lorraine is an
active member of the LIPC and East End Poetry workshops and on the staff of
PPA. Her poems can be found in numerous
publications. She is a breast cancer
survivor and a “student of life”.
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