When the tiny monkey
walked up your arm,
paused,
you smiled, wondering
what it was intently after,
the foreign sun setting high
curiosity behind its eyes.
Engraved rings,
elegant gold watches
are but of little use to it,
I thought.
Pearled bracelets really
only worth tapping on,
then discarding; quite quite
unshellable white peanuts.
Our Timex time is not theirs,
theirs is looseband, ours is tight;
hands clutched at holdalls
of late tourist reservations.
Containing currency,
non of which be useful
to a monkey-minded-notion
of climbing upon one head,
to spring onto another.
Hopefully, one that gifted
the curved fruit of a smile.
