The Wanderer

Walking through the shadow of the Eiffel tower
or sitting by a bronze lion on Trafalgar Square.

Kayaking down the blue Danube in 3/4 time
or standing below twin Frida’s with external hearts.

Looking up with a crick in my neck at the CN tower
or admiring the huge persimmons of Gyeongbok Palace.

Wandering through an ancient monastery outside Mosul
(that Isis subsequently obliterated with explosives) 

or

chugging along Europe’s largest lake to Valaam Island
where monks have labored for a thousand years.

A young and restless pilgrim with limitless energy
who has slowly transitioned into a tired old man.