Warm Welcome

A stop along a trip has a surprise in store

Traveling by in me truckomobile
I stopped along the way
At an open door: a welcome mat
Bade me a while to stay.

The sound of a flute lured me into the dark
and the smell of cardamom spice;
Me mem'ries returns to a visit of a land
I'd made but only twice:

Women with baskets atop their heads,
More markets than I'd ever seen
On me own green isle, tho lovely and fair,
Up across mountain and sea.

I took meself in and found sitting at feast
Every race to find was there—
They turned to stare with weary woe
at another stranger trapped in the snare.

A snatch of song I'd heard in the past
Made me roll my eyes and grieve:
I can walk out any time I like
but I can never leave.

NOTES: ▶︎

For "The Daily Poem " 
Line Count: 20
Prompt:
--[Image of truck by open doors]
--Must use at least one sound