This weary traveler wanted more,
More than picturesque sun-kissed trees.
Knocks out his pipe, opens the door,
Politely greeted, but ill at ease.
 
Seems all has changed. Wasn’t looking
The day when people took it all —
Didn’t recognize the breakfast call,
Just as well, had canceled the booking.
 
Far too many strangers. Doesn’t know
Why they should be here at this time.
They don’t belong here. — Voices spill
 
He wonders if it’s time to go —
The church bells! Their melodies chime
An unhappy dirge. So much for goodwill.
 
Ferrick Gray
© 2020