stranger in this land
what brought me here is difficult
to explain
almost as if I was abducted
by a team of aliens
and set loose in the city center
something or someone
wiped clean my memory
and the clothes on my body
I was vaguely certain
did not belong to me
as I walk the streets
nothing is familiar
landmarks or architecture
the language or signage
urban animals roaming about
I stuff my hands in my pockets
pull out colorful script
and silver and gold pieces
fairly certain the sum of which
will give me a place to stay
for the night
over time I will come to find
there is inspiration in the streets
in everywhere I go
february two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
I oft times feel like this
Certainly something that’s not uncommon.
a maundering meander.
yes and I wonder how it will end….