-Note to a Stranger-

 

I have no idea who you are, yet I

have this undeniable urge to uncover

all your secrets and spread them out

on my bed like so many old photographs.

There's a lot to discover.

 

How a scant few words and a

gentle smile can catalyze curiosity

into hunger for knowledge is beyond me.

Could be anything from the phase of the moon

to the determination in your words.

Nature is odd like that.

 

Perhaps there's something more to you

than a lovely face and do-good heart.

Only a walk in your park will tell whether

that leaf-strewn path winding through your

soul leads to a dive bar or a cathedral.

I hope it's the latter.

 

There are only two roads from here.

Most people would shrug their shoulders

and walk away, while others might

stick around long enough to find out.

I really don't have a choice.

 

It's a hard-wired, base-coded

ROM-stored part of who I am.

When in doubt... I dig deeper.

I couldn't survive on anything less.

I can't stand the not knowing.

 

Some say that's my curiosity.

Others say it's my calling.

Whatever they say, it is what it is.

Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll take a rest

on that bench over there before we begin.

I'm a bit sleepy.