Innocence Abroad

Photo by Janko Ferlic on
Innocence Abroad

At the hotel check-in counter in Lucerne,
a travel weary American family of four,
on summer break, 

had just walked across the 
Reuss River
on the world’s oldest surviving truss bridge.

They’d also viewed the incredible 
Dying Lion stone carving,
a tribute to immense bravery.

“Your passports, please,” 
the natty clerk said in impeccable English.

Tobi Anne, eleven then,
a blond braid engineered 
by her mother’s nimble fingers
hanging mid-way down her back,

innocent as pie,

“Why do you need our passports?”

“Because,” he replied,
“Some people pretend 
to be someone they’re 

“Oh,” daughter mine said,
a coy grin tugging at her lips,

“Who are we going to be tonight, Dad?

. . . j
from the Wonderments and Such collection

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