When the hazy, shimmering desert can’t quite compare
To the peninsula and its misting petrichor,
When you begin to measure the passage of time
With how it flattens another roll in your r’s,
When the lyrics to your favourite song have since
Colonised phrases in your native tongue,
When even football crowds resonate differently than
The masses surrounding cricket pitches,
Does that make home the here and now, or what once was?
ThePurpleFenix 