Mazatlan

Shower trickles

Then drizzle 

turned to rain.

The wind gets stronger

and leaves move in 

swirling patterns.

Cargo trucks pass by,

creating splashes

and mist.

Mexican music flow,

and a barely touched dessert

by the restaurant's window

It's a cycle,

   the rainfall,

       the wind,

            the vehicles

 the music and the food

I am the odd one out
In this place,
In this cycle.

I do not belong here.

I belong to you
But where were you??