Leaving Sydney,
leaving this strange
paradox
of the points
of reference
that so quickly
I start to remember
at every
corner
under the rain
or the sun
Leaving Sydney
and I've just arrived

Maybe I am liking this city
too much,
maybe it just love
at first sight,
maybe it's the
low pressure,
the balance
between the fast
and the slow


Maybe it's the people who want to know
where I'm from
Maybe it's the unknown pedestrian who asks me
about my hometown

Maybe it's
the Huge Bridge
the ferries
the Harbours
and the
Waterways
or the
bookstores
in
Paddington
open
late
at
night

© Eytán Lasca, 2002