A glance
At an actress playing a mother
Tenderness enveloping her figure
Even as the baby only brushes against
A fraction of her length
A reservation for
A special kind of affection
One society encourages me to seek
But I can't locate such desires
Deep within me
Sometimes I contemplate
The intricacies of choosing
After-school activities
Like learning languages
And playing instruments
But it's mostly me
Who wants to learn Mandarin
And plant my feet knowingly
At the lower parts of pianos
Mostly I, who wants to know
The joys of being Australian-born
In a world that subtly tells me
I came too old for belonging
I will take these musings in stride
Busy myself arranging my feet
Like flowers on the path, each one
In conversation with the dewy grass
And the thrumming life forms that I pass
