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  • Writer's pictureReed Silbernagel

À L’Étranger

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.


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