Far Traveller Absorb Exotic Sights Poem by Terence George Craddock

I am the one moving through the market seeing yet unseen
tapestries of life in all their bright patterns colours are revealed
before me in the market produce fruits vegetables seasonings

meats trinkets are sold descended upon by swarms of thrilled
bargain seeking competing buyers myriads of stories city gossips
are family friend traded in cafes with sweet treats cups of coffee

small glasses of tea traditional market is my hunting ground
I have crossed oceans seas of thought to absorb customs sights
sounds exotic smells in foreign lands I am traveller invisible

I wear your clothes tanned skin dart about
as shadow swift pause still unseen crowd blended
as I watch you with my time absorbent eyes