DISPLACED

I wear Sydney

like an old jumper.
It fits more easily
than I care to admit.

I always wanted
something more or less
than all these crowded bricks
pressed against the harbour.

At night I read books
about Rome and Venice.
I did the same with New York
and when I landed there
I could give locals directions.

My mind is insatiable
for ever new territories.
I've lived a thousand and one
lifestyles, places, situations
yet I envy those
who stayed in their hometown,
deep rooting their lives
into something solid as oak.

One day I will.. what?
Cast off the threads
of this hometown of the homeless,
and make a pilgrim journey
to my place of origin,
or move some place else
and add another shard
to my kaleidescope.