Ballet in Moscow and opera in Venice!
And I’ve slept on the floor of long-distance trains.
I’ve tied vines in Thrace, hoed peanuts in Israel,
In Istanbul sniffed at the spices and drains.

I found Gunnar’s farm and the crack in the earth
In Iceland’s cold summer and permanent light.
In Zimbabwe I baked in unbearable heat
While startled impala leapt off in a fright.

From high in the air I’ve seen Baffin Island,
Botswana’s savannah below me unfurled.
From club class I flew for hours over jungle,
And liquid fire spilled o’er the rim of the world.

But I’m sleepy and stiff and I’ve made a decision –
From now on I travel by television.