Undercover — a poem

we came by royal invitation to dance

this Kingdom is made of concrete buildings

far beyond my gaze from this hotel window

haze smudges the horizon

the dust levitates as the sun caresses the land

without judgement or exclusion

new places bring me joy, self-discovery

here, modesty is beauty

i uncover a new state of solitude

we must hide away to visit in groups

we proceed with spirits high and low

opening night releases a fury of unbound pages

dance exposes a passage and offers a new way

black scarves and crossing arrows and dreams undreamt

shifted

whilst a new language emerges, we listen

we bathe in the blessings born out of this vivid experience

and whispers echo in our trails