Rolling out the yoga mat
downward-facing dog
a blocked nose from the sniffles
this upside-down world
drifts me
away to Czech
Winter streets smeared with
mulled wine steeped in oranges;
chimney bread over open fires
luring shivering tourists
vendors adding a dash of homesick warmth—
one more reason
to toast another shot
Mixed dorm at the hostel
full beds: Australian, Canadian, Vietnamese, British, Korean
I had never slept with so many roommates in one night
burning feet from 12,000 steps
allowed us to fall into harmony
with orchestra of snores
I don’t like you, Hitler
but
this land was worth saving for
goodbye, Czech