You pass through with binoculars,
notebook and camera, to capture
my quaint customs, unique features,
I flinch from your gaze,
not ready to bare my soul to you,
an arrogant stranger with no respect
for my personal space.
You return to your own world
full of stories of me,
how good it was
getting to know me.
The value of cultural exchange.
Previously published in Envoi