Homecoming

Photo: NLB 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How seamlessly my breathing slows.

How naturally I eat with my hands,

my fingers enjoying the texture & warmth-

a few weeks freedom from the hard metal cutlery

we use to take the place of our hands,

of ourselves.

 

How easily I boil water to cool & drink,

and pour steaming water from the kettle

into my bucket to bath.

 

How easily I tilt my speech to bend to your accent,

my effort to shorten the distance between us,

As we now sit and smile

face to face,

Where just hours before the gap was an ocean.

How easily this feels home.

 

Photo: NLB 2018

 

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Lovers’ Garden

Wandering, chasing the blue dot through a maze of verdant beauty in Madrid,
I chose to cut through a grassy area, unlabelled and unnoticed, had the dot not compelled me to veer off the paved path-ironically simply to seek the grey dashed path the screen dictated.

Suddenly: a rich scene with sunlight dappling through the trees, lush grass and giant trees twinned like lovers greeted me.
And then, as if to reflect the trees, I spotted the lovers entwined in the grass, hidden, immersed in love’s joy & desire.

I realised love and desire had claimed this paradise before me.
And so, a quick selfie and I forced myself on, to seek the dot and leave these lovers in their hidden Eden.

Madrid park image