the accidental tourist

Walked into Cambodia the other day.
Met some people who couldn't speak Thai.
It's weird to walk into a different country.
Whistling between the raindrops on my way back down the mountain, treading the stones of a billion other feet, drinking the grains of such foreign people, the past palpable on my skin as I read 'warning: landmines'
Sensing that fear of decades hovering in the mist below the ancient ruined temple, inside the ammunition bunker and canons built at the foot of a holy place, wondering at the cruelty, the contradiction that is humanity.