Abroad-Thoughts, From Home

I want to be abroad again,

Escape the earnest everyday,

Enjoy the drains, the traffic signs,

The maps, the shops, be blinded by

The cheapest jewellery on the tray.

I'd like to be a stranger here,

Feel strange and urgent, conscious of

My every step on clever streets

So far from the complacency

Of kerb to path to key to knob.