If we are lucky we get a holiday or two, depending on your interests and circumstances these can range from a weekend away in a caravan to a long haul destination in a far off land. The poem explored today resulted from just such a holiday, a road trip in India. The poem speaks of someone interesting I met, someone who touched me both emotionally and physically. He may or may not be alive today, a terrorist attack on his ‘home’ left me with a choice, to believe he had survived or been killed. I think Treeman survived, at least he does in my heart.