Meet me in Sydney (The Eternal Traveler Touches Base) – Epiphanie Bloom

Scoop me up and deposit me
Somehow left of the Tasman Sea
Pry me from the terrain of other nations
Deliver me from my anxiety
Do I carry the soil of other nations on my shoes?
No, but I carry the soul of an incurable traveller
And the auras of other countries cling to me still
Try to wrest them from me, if you will
This most futile of endeavours
Trying to provide a home
To the eternal travellerThere’s little for it but to feel the punch
Of the soul who’d like to reset my cultural compass
Please have mercy; I’m a little out of touch
Only so much hostility I can stomach tonight

Yet I’m inclined to believe
I’ve been missing elements of your singular entity
Willing to find the good intent,
Push past the initial enmity

Possibly poised to exalt you, if you’ll let me

So please do cherish me, Australia
Welcome me in bold regalia
Of love, acceptance, tolerance and trust
Be a community I can, fleetingly, commit to
Ever transient, at long last