I take my countries as they come,
fall in beside other travellers
lifting their lives like lightweight
suitcases carried under the heart
— no questions asked.
On this trail I stake my futures,
know that beginnings are old hat
to be recognised like the moon’s stare.
I tell myself this is no fool’s
paradise, floating on clouds. Here
I ape survival, sing my cagey repertoire
and occasionally see myself dancing
in a space where hemispheres meet.