I found myself travelling again     I did not know why I was travelling or where      I walked to the beat of my will     and the weave I unpicked      rolled into a road

and yet I found myself travelling again      I could not stay in one spot and be snared      I pulled down bridges to cross over streams      watched seas crumple, rocks bleed

and so I began travelling again      wading through fields of thrown-away words      paint dripping from dip-slipping skylines      sound darting between rampant roofs

and so travelling found me again      in no-passport zones where I live to move     I lock my poems in the boot of my car     and smuggle myself over silent frontiers