I should have trekked more;
risked unmapped excursions; not
Vegas, Turkey or New Guinea,
those lauded, exotic locals; no.

I should have taken LSD or
chewed some shrooms and
luxuriated in my own colors,
sniffed the illusive waft of wild,

instead:
I’ve traipsed these bland locals;
wary of running aground,
of taking a hike in flip-flops,
of eating forbidden fruit.