The Wild Side
It’s not as noisy as I imagined,
and the funky soundtrack isn’t
at all what I thought it might be.
An electric charge is in the air,
and everybody seems friendly
enough but there is something
in their eyes, something that
tells you they are on a mission
of one kind or another, and
you know by the way they talk
that they are very selective
whom they tell their secrets to.
Some look for fame, some love,
some enlightenment, some
aren’t sure yet, but it’s clear
everybody is seeking something
that they can’t find anywhere else.
I’m told you can come and go as
you please but you never really leave.
Poem copyright Shane Robitaille