Vaguely we would have our ginger and tea
In earth of cups, handed by Himalayan men
In overcoats as the mouths steamed words
As if they were very peaks that sent vapor
Vaguely to the higher reaches of Himalayas.
So we would vaguely dream the mountains
In our pillows but patience came to an end
As the dark reinstated behind shifting eyes,
When all was vague in the darkness of hills.