Wanderlust

To that virtue of a Sagittarius!
That curious, insatiable thirst;
For new sights, sounds and smells
Erratic at its worst!

Send me to Angkor Wat,
Post me off to Neuschwanstein!
Drop me off, roadside at Marseilles,
I’ll saunter the time.

Find me at a Marrakesh bazaar,
Like a cat, wandering low
Spare me the skyscrapers, a hawk’s eye
And two feet can find better show.

Dreary sitting by a window,
Hearing the drum, and fantasy dance
Of experience unharvested
Of aching, rusting plans.