Crossed Continents

My nomadic existence takes me,
it literally makes me pick up
and move from time to time.
A well-worn traveler, an unraveller
of the fabric of my making.
An undertaking that take me
down under, a wonder in its own right.
A forth night from Melbourne,
an unborn yearning to make
my presence known.
North to south, hemispheres
exchanged and it is a strange feeling.
Stealing moments to enjoy this escape
until my longing heart starts
to pack and leaves for home.

 

DM

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2 responses

  1. Why would anyone cross continents to visit Melbourne? Such a dreary depressing place…all eyes transfixed northwards wishing they were in Sydney:)

    1. Just a bit daft, I suppose! Visiting an acquaintance.

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