I stay silent in the backseat
as we glide down the city road,
my eyes flitting from small businesses
to rows of stoplights.
This is what it's like in a city.
The car stops and starts,
slips from one lane to another,
turns corners hiding buildings
I've never seen.
I used to live like this.
This is what normal is like.
Living in the outback will never be the same
now that I've remembered what life is like