I like to walk – a stranger, à l’étranger
to see things unknown, now discovered
stranger still not knowing – better
practicing with ignorance
practicing not knowing
cuz with strangers I see
the strangeness of my reality
beset with guests I find odd rest.
My house becomes our home
My hearth friendlier than a hostel
What comfort.
sharing these strangers’ not knowing
these strangers noting my intelligence
or my practice of ignorance
finally, at last, a chance !
I ask so many questions
grasping gulping this reciprocation
unknowingly existing at my fullest
beyond borders boundaries of self-conception
I know myself – a stranger.