New Poem:
Plastic Bag in a Tree
Plastic bag in a tree,
Where did you come from?
There is nothing around you
But rocks, dirt, and a salty sea.
And yet you have climbed
To the highest branches.
How low we must be,
To leave our mark on all we see.
I wrote this on the way to the Dead Sea this past week, where our group enjoyed unwinding in the desert weather and swimming in the unsinkable sea. In addition, we traveled to the historic ruins of Masada and the ancient coastal city of Cesseria. It has been cool doing some site seeing, and ten days from now this will only increase as we begin our program's travel component in which we will be touring around Morocco, Turkey, and Jordan for three weeks. Another update: I have been working on getting my visa for India where I hope to be traveling after the semester is over; praying that everything in this process will go smoothly.
Peace,
Elliot
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