Upon flighty arrival
in Kashi I felt myself
sequestered in a clay pot
in sand in some poor
smoky kitchen – kept
wondering when I’d
ever get out of there
again to expand, move
about – kept wondering
– James Steerforth ( © 2009 )
Written for One Single Impression and Smoke.
Steer Forth! 
Vivid imagery, Jim. It isn’t easy to be limited like a potted plant.
Strong imagery – I’m assuming you got out… Nicely told.
This intrigues, and makes me want to read more!
Intriguing take on the prompt.
The concept of a smoky kitchen suggests all manner of cooked scents, alien to the the natural scents of the outdoors! Interesting twists!