There’s a story I imagine
everybody’s heard before
of a little hilltop village
where they never lock their doors
& they don’t take love for granted
& they see no point in fame
& they share the food they planted
asking nothing but your name.
Have you traveled to that village?
If so, tell me: Is it more
than a bunch of people like us
who refuse to lock their doors?
Image: Van Gogh, 1890