Angele Toomey Poetry

Do you ever feel like a visitor, just a wisp of air passing over ancient stone monuments, monuments whose purpose has been lost for centuries? The black sheep amongst a sea of conformity? If you’ve answered ‘yes’ then this poem might be for you!

The Curious Tourist
I am watching the world
Like a tourist   
Taking photographs with my mind   
With a slight interest    
Hearing words and reading signs   
Just being curious.

The world is an alien place   
I don't belong here    
I am not in step with the beat   
Either too far or too near   
To fully understand any of it   
Or hold anything dear.    

Human are herd animals    
Or so they say   
We are supposed to find peace in community   
Perhaps some future day   
Relationships that connect and bind   
Will come our way.   
Until then, I will walk as a tourist   
Watching out of interest   
What comes to pass   
As I stay curious.