13 August

i can hear the land in this place
the voice of the wind
whispers around my ears
not loudly
it restricts every other noise

i feel small
alone, simultaneously
dissolved into something
grander than myself

the land here sounds different
a strange sense of foreign
as i was on the side of the road
in the depth of nowhere
a nowhere that exists in another country
i knew i was farther away
from familiar
when the wind
enfolded me
carrying the voices
of a people
whose language i did not understand