Sometimes all it takes is a glimpse of the something else
and off the mind goes
In this case,
while reading about explorers
before maps were a household item
far before even a thought of the digital world
I escaped from my hovel of wonderment
into another place.
And considered my fascination
with the 1800's and the life of the explorers who left comfort and sanity
for distant un-American/English/Western lands
if it was adequate enough to carry one away.
and his Hungarian wife
caused quite the interest
amongst Africa back then
and mostly her golden tresses
follow each person as if they have these
as if they walk
with their lover from a distant land.
A watcher am I
filling in with my breath
what can not be known.
And care not
when all that is left
is faded parchment
turned to dust,
footsteps on the Sahara.