A pilgrimage can be many things or one.

Frescos, mosaics,

in Cyprus

and

Turkey,

Cappadocia,

Istanbul,

Georgia-

new friend

ships

forming,

and

family reuniting.

Visual

narratives

unfold

a story

even to this day.

Smiles that walk on faces

they tell

so

much.

Frowns

sitting

on faces

have they known a better day?

I’ll pray for all

the faces

I’ll share the breath

as she goes

where she knows.

A hole in a flute

it was said,

maybe mine

as well.