LATAM

..as I walk the streets, my mind wanders

In the midst of a non-moment, I find myself - once again, in a strange land.

Walking the streets, I absorb the mood, the scents, the people.

I am strangely aware that I am using senses I never knew I had.

The sidewalks, broken, unsure.

The streets, unfamiliar, precarious.

Outstretched hands seek my pity.

A frenzy of traffic seeks my attention

as I try to cross the pavement, and turn towards a dark corner.

The crowd’s eyes say ‘Gringo’. Yes, I am an American ghost, far from home.

In the air, a cocktail of exhaust, musk,

and the perfume of an unfamiliar zone.

In my pocket, a few colorful, crumpled bills.

In my mind, a longing to fit in.

Reviews

[Blissful Sin]

never saw it that way before... amazing!

-Bliss