The Wanderer

from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

At home, I cannot move on.

I have few friends here,

but I am content:

I am myself with myself.

Each day, I wander alone

through a foreign land,

where I have no tongue:

no tumblers click

within their conversations,

no prison bolts drop

within their conventions.

(May 31, 2019)

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