Hermit Crab

I have outgrown New Zealand
It is an empty shell to me now
I can see the beautiful spotted surface of the shell
And hear the ocean when I put it to my ear
But when I look inside
It is empty
The once sweet air
Is odorless
And the open sky
Pushes down
On my mind
As do the eyes
And voices
Of the people
In the past
I lived in a shell on a Northland beach
Carried it around on my back
Just like a hermit crab
But I have been away a long time
And I just don’t fit in
Anymore
Nothing excites or inspires me
And no one gets me
Or my stories
And although part of me is sad
I have become accustomed
To running into the sea
Unprotected
And drifting happily away
To destinations unknown