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.