So many roads
and dust
and used shoe soles…

At the bottom
of the world,
nurturing
my soul,
far far away
from what
defines me

– whatever
stamps,
brands,
squeezes me in
tiny
rusty
cans.

No name,
no face,
no address,
no phone:
embracing
strangeness,
all alone.

In loop,
Dylan sings
and echoes
in my mind

Making me
believe
that wherever
I roll on
is… home.

I’m a restless
tough
shiny
spinning
unique
stone.

 

poetry written by Karina Lerner

photographed by my partner while passing by the entrance of Kebon Roek, a traditional street market at Mataram Village, Lombok Island, Indonesia