Gaijin

fitful...my sleep these days...had a dream this morning in which someone came into a very spartan and light house. I was in an open white kitchen looking out toward the backyard. This undefined person walked in with a basket of vegetables freshly picked from the garden. Handing me the basket they said,
"Gaijin."
When I woke up I wrote this on a pad in our office:
"Yes, I am a foreigner here...in my life.
But maybe, despite that fact,
I will find something of purity."