meditation for a refugee: do not come here

Are you still there? in that vast expanse
of ghostliness

kettle steam, sandalwood smoke
from an almost forgotten dream

I glimpse you
across a lake
of diamond tulle and ice,
your aura winks
rose and gold

there is nothing
for you here,
in the land of Overlook.

may your pagan steps
bring you to a rock of no regret.