STATES OF MIND
unlike holiday destinations
don't exist in brochures
don't make false promises,
offer palm trees, white beaches
bliss of a transient kind
that runs out back at the airport
with the phone turned off.
You may sense them on balmy breezes:
magic carpet rides,
in a look where a strange truth abides,
when peace creeps in with a certain touch
then you may see
and the lost horizon.