incense cloud from temple, wafts towards me
and I suck in, the goodness of sacred air,
but it only brings out a cough in me-
an irregular gasp in and out
-allergic to things, that could compose my soul,
I turn away from godly vision, back to myself,
resting my head timorously on my knees
I am linking it up with G-Man’s Friday Flash 55.