The Traveller

The traveller goes where he must
from pole to pole
from here to there
where night is day
and day is passed by
in slow taxis
The view from his room
or from the plane
are that of the wonders of man
and nature
but the rooms are the same
be it Lisbon
or Saigon
quiet staff
sullen sheets
muted tvs
and whispering lovers behind walls
the traveller has no lovers
and he will eventually get up
and close the curtains
on wonders
and sleep in sullen sheets
to travel again
and again
tomorrow