Wanderlust

She picks up a coin, tosses it high up in the air; the heads challenge her to tread the path unknown and the tails still her to stop at the tracks, 

Not waiting to catch an answer, she throws caution to the winds 

and with a spring in her step unfolds onto  a new adventure

Gets lost in the surging crowds, 

amongst nameless people in strange towns and cities, 

Sipping hot cups of espressos in interesting cafes, 

has a conversation or two with a freckled couple seated across at the next table

Sits on the steps of a windblown church, listening to deep lingering sonatas playing inside and feels the calmness of  the sea settle in her bones;

Hears the stranger next to her whisper sweet nothings into her ear; 

I don't know you; you don't know me

Tosses her head back and laughs; a full throated sensous laughter revealing perfectly arranged teeth and moves on

Follows the silent trail of the ants in motion; listens to the chug of the smoke filled train at a nearby distance; 

she is moving at a pace she is comfortable with;

Time has somewhat stilled for her, as she passes thru the narrow alleys, leading her to curiously built antique shops, 

she lets out a shriek as her hand caresses the yesteryear treasures, 

an old trunk,  a set of French wine glasses embossed with dates 

marking back to a century old

Her heart sings with delight as she steps out into the cool air 

the sunlight wickedly casting a slanting shadow, 

An entire world is waiting ahead, wanting to embrace her; 

fortunes out there yet to be explored

The world believes she is lost somewhere, yet she has reclaimed, a whole new tranquil self,  beckoning her to walk the tracks, in unexplored foreign lands, discovering magic with every step that she takes