Back Home Poem by Spencer Ziegler

Hopelessly lost, I beg for the way
The stranger smirks and responds sympathetically
'Just up this street, ' he says, 'Be sure not to stray.'
I ascend the hill and spot the unfinished spires of Westminster Abbey

Hesitantly I approach the gilded doors below
Pushing them open, I’m knocked back by the choral wave
Only to be pulled in by the melodic undertow
In a trance, I swim in towards some nebulous sentiment that I crave

Desperately I fight the unfamiliar Latin and struggle to stay afloat
My body sinks, my vision clouds, my lungs overfill
Suddenly something pulls me up: A song, a verse, a note
The waves halt, the skies clear, the sea lies serenely still

Unceremoniously I’m tossed ashore as the service abruptly ends
To the bustling London streets, I return to roam
Ahead, I believe, lies a path that’ll bridge the Thames
And lead me, hopefully, back home