Sydney

A reddish land

A dumping ground

A melting pot of complex flavours

It tastes

Like a gulp 

Of the salty South Pacific 

With all its ingredients 

From far-flung continents

Cooked by a supercharged sun

In an ocean-deep cauldron

It smells

Like a briny spray 

From saline splashes

As land and sea gently play

Along the coast where 

Children chase retreating waves

And fleeting fancies

It looks

Like Eden

After a cyborg invasion

Like a man of science

Shacked up with a woman of arts

Like a glassy skyscraper 

Overcome with overgrown vines  

It feels 

Like a warm breeze that caresses

Where light cannot go

Where time cannot flow

Where your heart stops

The first time your lover 

Gifts you a smile

It sounds 

Like a crescendoing cacophony 

Of hissing creatures 

Of fizzing beaches

Of whirring machines

Creaking under the tension

Of an artificial union

Like the call of an estranged Mother

Nature echoing through 

A reddish land