He climbed mountains,
crossed oceans,
and went to the end of the world
to swallow
or gently sip
the smallest wonders:
a songbird,
a snowflake,
a field of dandelions,
a glorious sunrise,
a wild orchid breaking out of a crevice,
a meal under a humble roof,
a puff of smoke from a stranger’s cigarette.
He crossed
the wild frontiers
to live through
the salt of a different sea,
the whiff of a different cake,
the weight of a different light.
He wandered
among the ruins
of an ancient civilization
for a gasp
of an idea,
for a grasp
of an idea.
He roamed
among the streets
of a small seaside town,
beams a smile
at an old lady in a balcony
dusting an heirloom rug.
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