Thoughts that trailed off as I make "tunganga" during my afternoon train ride en route to somewhere.
The single-minded sunlight
crashing thru the window train,
unstoppable,
imprinting my skin.
No barrier hindered
the rays from meeting me.
It is as if its only mission
is to just see me
and touch me
and never leave me.
My pores, in open embrace,
they accepted it.
Never minding that
they've been waiting
long before the other realized
it needs to be here.
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