I wonder if this is like India?

From my time in the Kimberley region in the north of Western Australia in the 90’s.

 

I wonder if this is like India;

they say ‘stay too long and you can never leave’.

 

Pindan dust in every crevice

staining my lifeblood indelibly.

 

Wet heat boiling the blood,

aircon the only cold comfort.

 

Tracks embedded in my spine

until the uncorrugated seems suspect.

 

Frustration with the timeless

as an excuse for no tomorrows.

 

The challenge of black history

Fading into right white history.

 

Today’s ‘answers’ perhaps tomorrow’s follies

for me, a ghetto dweller in this forever foreign land.

 

No, this is not like India;

I’ve been leaving since I arrived.

 

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