No curiosity
about the “died suddenlys”.
Not even a moment
to stop in your tracks at least,
as if you have to catch
the last train or plane out…
You got no time to spare?
To even care?
Really, no curiosity at all?
You say, ” Uh, I gotta get home.
No time to roam here. Bye.”
… And so you’re off
needing to get away quickly
to your comfortable reality
in the Safe Space. Aah..
Tell me,
Is that place like paradise for you?
In the meanwhile, I’m here
tracking and tracing the latest
in curiosity city.
It’s a long, long walk on several tracks.
News and happenings are breaking
all the time.
It’s all breathtaking
and heartbreaking.
We must stay curious!
A poignant poem for the times were in, Marinarena :)