What Will Happen
What’s like to be stranded in a place surrounded
By foreign language and echoes of history
Will fear envelope you? Maybe not.
Will you be like a child, free
To roam with pocketful of whims?
A universal mind, a child with no habits
With a dimension of willingness
To try, to listen, to ask questions:
How do you say hello, good morning
What ‘s your name? I’m hungry.
Gestures lead conversation and laughter
What will happen?
Complicated things will become simplified
Pull a string, turn a knob, a story will open
In ruins or splendor, devoid of boredom,new
A genius of a child,
Poor or rich, afraid or fearless
Forever curious, sometimes naughty.
One voice rises
Above all the mingling of street voices:
Sunset is coming.
Come, share our table
Simply feel at home, my friend.
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