Fragrant mist, exotic in array,
Stealing into the sun’s eyes,
Lighting the hot, humid morning.
A continental, oriental surprise,
Wild and charming, fresh and splinted.
Jungle spirits, lazing bonsais: refreshing.
From the flat white high-rises,
Guarding the trafficked sky.
A conglomeration of cultures,
A hubbub of languages in centrality,
Globally renowned and utterly deserved.
For reasons unfathomable in this rich foreignness,
Here I feel at home. Here I feel free.