Travelers, „travelers“, pilgrims,
nighthawks from Hopper’s canvasses,
monks freezing on passos,
profile-hungry profile scanning-freaks,
Querrelles from Brest to Malacca,
Titanic passengers ready to board the third class berths,
thirsty poets tired of their exiles,
Whitmanesque boys in the need of hug,
clowns at their booths after a long day,
campers in the wild pleased to cook dinner together,
Schiphol Airport customers who lost luggage on their way to Atlantis,
travelers to Santiago de Compostela, or Santiago de Chile for that matter,
strawberry eaters trying to earn Tadziu’s smile,
Hoffmannesque captives of urges (or Muses ?),
Robinsons strolling along shores on Thursday evening,
campesinos turned stampedes mining the sparkles of dew/
from the eyes of the morning Metro crowd,
profile beholders with hearts enabled,
hug me.