the brown dust hits my feet, filling my lungs with sweet memories and lost dreams.

dust becomes mud in the never-ending gaze of deep-set eyes in faces of angels.

mud becomes velvet in the matted hair of loose braids, belonging to whirling dervishes.

a smile creeps across my teeth, reaching my lungs, heart, soul.

dust to dust.

you are me.

i am you.

Honduras. how i’ve missed you. oh. how i’ve missed you.

i meet the parts i left here, stepping back into the fading footsteps.

remembering this rock, remembering this Sun, breath fills the corners of my mind.

relief

warmth

peace

love

home.