A pilgrimage can be many things or one. Try as I might; not all can be contained.

Frescos, mosaics,

in Cyprus

and

Turkey,

Cappadocia,

Istanbul,

Georgia-

new friend

ships

forming,

and

family reuniting.

Visual

narratives

long past

unfold

a story

even to this day.

Smiles that walk

on faces

tell

so

much.

Frowns

sitting

on faces

have these known

a better day?

I’ll pray for all

the faces.

I shall paint

what moves

in memories.

I shall breathe.

She knows

a hole in a flute.

Maybe mine

as well.