buried treasure

a nomadic traveler:

steps out and away

from those in a

frenzy of familiarity.

yo ho ho! take a drink

(or three) to that. dazed in

a sea of foreign faces:

at will. ahoy, matey.

recalling a time from

another life, departed

selves reincarnating.

kindred spirits levitating.

engulfed by antiques,

rarities, all outlandish —

submerged in a

house of found objects.

both rowing, adjusting

sails. both lost. still are.

but now, new navigating

techniques tucked in travel.

and bon voyage! away they go

on each's way, to new lands: "i didn't know that," one marvels.

"i hadn't seen that," the other.

perhaps, given the proper

tide, the two cross the ocean

again, unpacking another

show and tell of discoveries.

but at the very least,

they've caught enough

wind to carry their ships ...

the rest of the way.

k.c.d., 03/2025