Dreamtime

To be an uninvited guest.
A stranger in your own land.
Undocumented and overlooked.
Passing invisibly
through the teaming throng.
Waiting at the light for a break,
with people screaming silently.
Breathing in exhaust pollution.
On a dreamtime journey –
upstream and against the tide.


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