Corn Chips
Expressions painted on faces saying,
Welcome to Goa.
A stranger two feet from my elbow chuckles as he reads from a Paperwhite. I want to say, I know that feeling!
That inside joke that you share with the writer,
and then in your memory with someone else the writer doesn’t know,
a secret from the creator of this word universe.
And in these secrets that I can’t read
but I know are there (because I have those too),
I’m a little heartened over the company
(chosen by chance)
of those who take this journey with me.
