I could be anywhere in the world as I am much travelled

But I find myself in a small room in Deal

Watching the dawn break over the sea

Its canvas is illuminated but it still retains the velvet darkness of the night

I have been reading The Drifters by James A Michener as I have done since its publication in 1971

My latest copy is a tired paperback which I can just see in the half light

Its is often said that I am the last one who is still travelling

But I often stop and sow roots

I have a home in Israel

Where my children were raised after their mother overdosed

They both live in this house and teach in Tel Aviv

A jet is crossing the sky leaving a vapour train in its wake

I am ignorant of its destination

But can see myself looking down on Deal

As it disappears gradually from view