Where I come from air smells of salt and seaweed,

Of coconut tinged gorse and of harbour rich ozone

Here the air smells of river and of leaf mold

Of oily pine trees and of tangy stock trucks.

Where I come from the air surges and rages

Its pauses for dramatic effect, grandiose and self indulgent

Here the air meanders and meditates

Lullingly soporific , a land caressed by a nurses hand

Where I come from air is a farmed abundance

Harnessed and harvested through stately turbines

Here air is a prism through which sun warms and sometimes scorches

Never seen and seldom heard from

And yet all this air is the same, it’s me who sees the differences.