A poem I wrote today. Inspired by waking around

In Kaohsiung I wait on life,
and see the moans of delight.
The woman sitting in front of me,
smoking endlessly.
The man with no shoes on his feet,
saluting a clear sky.
And a sun, half-asleep – wandering
why things still have to be this way.
I wouldn’t add or subtract one thing.
The distraction fits, a long way
from home.