I AM HERE

I've given up on the white beaches
and blue waters of the Mediterranean

I'm resigned to never seeing Amsterdam's
red light district again

I will never travel by train through Canada
to the place they once called Fitzhugh

Denmark, Norway, even Berlin are all
completely out of reach by now

When I point to a map with my finger
I see a skeletal digit's shadow fall

When I turn a globe I feel my open eyes
with each and every spin

When I think about a passport
I see blank yellowed pages of life erased

I am here
and here I shall remain