Plan Free

Once several years ago
there was no plan
it was Casablanca
the countryside
stopping at a restaurant
that looked like it might be open
"are you still making food?"
in halting French
"is there a place to sleep?"
"you will go to the desert tomorrow."
and the mountains
in a tent 
upon the Atlas Mountains
shepherd's tea
drawn along
by the stars
and the kindness
of all along the road.