uptown, upstate, up

Upstate, the rain is cleansing me.
I need cleansing after a day in New York,
a city with more opportunity, more filth and more people.
So many people they're crawling out of the pretty skyscrapers.

In Manhattan, I am Texan
more than anything else.

I want to get the Hudson Valley in me,
like Taos got in me with its pink sunsets and blue gravel,
even that spring when I was so in love that nothing could be better.
Like Mexico got in me last summer and I flowed with fluency.
You know, I think the air in Cuernavaca turned me into a princess.
Like Austin is in me, breakfast tacos and Lone Stars and all.

Most of all, I want India in me.
I want real yoga pulsing through my veins.
Not just in my scrapbook memories, but in my skin.
A part of me, por siempre.