Locked in tight,
a single bulb hung
from the cracked tile ceiling,
the window fan spread
the nag champa
as I sat with
crossed knees.

Out in the street
I heard chants,
smelled the odor
of refuse &
it confused,
titillated my senses.

I had left
the 21st century
to find myself
& found another
sacred planet
right here
on Mother Earth.