Strange Cities

You wander the streets of a foreign land,
dark and rainy, late at night.
Strange lights break the darkness,
words that make sense perhaps
to someone else,
a native to this place,
but not to you.

You are not lost exactly,
you know where you are,
where this journey has led you,
but the roads are strange,
nothing makes sense,
and so you wander
in search of landmarks,
something,anything, to lead you
and show you the way
home.

About this poem

How often do we find ourselves in uncharted territory?

Too often.

The picture was taken in Munich, Germany.

Tom