Amber and I had a long needed perfect day, almost
This past Saturday
We met and enjoyed a quick subway ride to Seoul
We saw Rodain’s sculpture, and even practiced drawing several pieces
We sat in the very airy and for-a-change-quiet environment
Of a cafe in Korea,
The one at the Seoul Metropolitan Museum of Art
I gave Amber a very extensive head and shoulder massage,
And to my delight, she was delighted by it
Finally, we had a wonderful pasta dinner
In a place that is fast becoming our favorite
But on the way home, exhausted,
We were forced to suffer a scene common
In Korea
An older man, whom we didn’t want to offend, unconsciously insisted on offending us
He insisted on talking to Amber
As she was clearly trying to rest, draw, and talk with me
He stank of alcohol
He continued to orient himself so she was forced to look at him
And he asked, most egregeously about my age
People do not know what kinds of offence they are laying on us
When they force their way into our lives
In Korea, it’s all okay,
Thanks to that abomination of a state religion:
Confucianism
