Knowledge

Something that came to me this morning.

They stretch behind like 

lemmings

marching to a hungry sea

All the identical rooms

identical hotels

identical offices

in identical cities

on his orderly planet.

He looks around

he knows them all

the places he's been.

Traveled the world.

He's seen it all

except

around the corner

on his own street

in his hometown.

He sees the greed

in other eyes.

Deaf to the secrets

his own heart whispers.

"Nothing left to know"

he says

at his feet a surprising world

in a handful of soil.

 

copyright William Seward, 2011