Stazh Zamkinos
Wish I Were There

I once took
a picture, in exchange
for my footprint on the ruins,
of a hole in the ancient rocky wall
but it wasn't of empty     space.
It was of dripping green trees
and blushing red flowers
beyond the hole.
It was a
stolen peek
into a throbbing
world, swollen with
mysterious questions
about a culture that I knew
far too little about for me to
frame, brag about and stare at,
take comfort in when this side
can't satisfy my nosy curiosity.