Descarriado

If you've ever been to Spain, some of the analogies may seem familiar...

Descarriado

Lost for reason, lost in books -
I’m lost in time and Spain.
To hang like ham on tenterhooks,
Vocation lost like rain.

To walk the streets of distant parts
Like dogs astray, alone.
My foreign canine counterparts
So many miles from home.

Suspended, lonely as the dove,
Yet olive trees surround.
The speckled cirrus high above;
Below - uncharted ground.

The sky narrates uncertain life
With shades of passing day.
And twilight comes, obscures the light
As scarlet fades to grey.