January in July.

Humid in Bali.

Around the block past the stands,

Searching for a lucrative currency exchange.

 

January in a hostel.

Air conditioning and English signs.

A communal breakfast table.

Some white toast and orange marmalade.

 

January in a bind.

Exploring flight options on the computer,

Wondering where to go next,

Already here too long, with a visa expiring soon.

 

Walking in and it’s January there,

Standing in the kitchenette,

Microwaving dinner during hostel quiet hours.

Had a little too much to drink,

Feeling good,

Plans to go to the beach tomorrow,

And an English song playing inside.