Everyone Is Home Poem by Trevor Toews

Strange places I have been!
I looked on with rapt intrigue
Yet, everywhere is normal
And everyone is home

It was springtime, in October
Steering wheels were on the right
Tongues and names I couldn’t utter
Strange places I have been!

A rickshaw struggled up a steep incline
Bloody meat hung in the marketplace
Barefoot children begged, persistent peddlers pleaded
I looked on with rapt intrigue

I didn’t know to keep my taxi window closed
Too naïve to tip discreetly or at all
I ogled at the sight of daily life
Yet, everywhere is normal

Life goes on, I fly away and leave them
Their hardships, trivial joy, and hourly pursuit
All make up the life, the only life they know
And everyone is home