another day, but better

since everyone has gone off
my experience can begin.
I have clearly failed as a tourist.
now I am alone and can begin my success
as a traveler and lover of worlds;

when there is no one to follow, tend,
the feet move quicker,
the hands and tongue with more precision,
the eyes un-mist with relief, and
the mind sharpens to a point.

now I may even write with leisure;
the art flows or trickles
but is infinite and beautiful—
infinitely beautiful.

perhaps it isn't the solitude
from familiar faces
that brings It out in me
this time,

but it doesn't hurt
to throw the stone and
hit them both.