Today, the national holiday in Australia,
Marks a year abroad
Here are my thoughts and feelings spewed into print,
As last night I couldn’t sleep
Reminiscent, of a city far from me, yet very vivid to my senses
The smell and sound of morning coffee, the taste of the first bite into a Sydney Rd falafel
While watching the stream of bicycles stream past, all heading city bound
Parallel to the set of perpendicular tramlines
The alternative as a verb, not a noun
The spontaneous, the contemporary, the inventive: combined
The keys to this city, open a Pandora’s box
Two adjectives: surprise and discovery
The zapping of wet tram cables, accompany the dong
Of the tram, that spills its contents out underneath.
Drizzle, at three am, its hazy affect on the street lighting
blur the rigid lines into mellow tones.
The swift rush of adrenalin, as I cross over Brunswick Rd,
Cuts a fine swathe through the wind and the traffic.
Arriving home, climbing onto the roof with a bottle of red,
My mind disperses itself into the urban horizontal vastness