Festival
A new life awaits
One without judgment and limitations
I tentatively step into the sun
A fairground full of music and energy
Twirling hula hoops and colorful kites
Peaceful smiles and excited grins
Bodies stretched on massage tables
Ethnic flavors rising up in steam
I walk alone between tents
Trying not look alone
Conspicuous and stiff I move
Graceful to the unknowing
I wander near a colorful sun shade
A poet is speaking
For a moment I am relaxed
In listening I have purpose
“No love is bad, receive it”