Traveling Lightly
This foreign city becomes my tribe
Her streets take me to places of people,
Folks minding their own business
As we share a smile or order tea;
My gaze cast inward these days
As a warm age passes by
Without fanfare or trumpets.
My heart beats like a metronome
Counting the days in a procession of cycles
Sleep becomes a vigil of remembrances
On a life eased by music, sweet music,
And journeys grasped like a lifeline
In fleeting kindness of strangers.
Your Best Poem
Contest of Shadow Hamilton
24 Jul 2015
Copyright © Carly Lalion | Year Posted 2015
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