Long journeys
make the mind forget a while
what is missing
to the eyes
long bus rides
grappling with winding
roads
bumpy boats struggling with
big waves
planes that
seem to feel the casualness
of air pockets
time is a stretcher
where we lay our bodies
like patients
on the wards
we can be positive
though
about the feelings of
going back home
where there is
jubilation for having
arrived at last
this sense of being
back and being
comforted once again
by the arms of home
by the softness of pillows
and warmth of beds
and blankets
all these
to and fro
pendulum like
swinging from here
and there
killing time and
burying it decently
folded neatly
in its niche
and i shall love it
when we sing
the final hymn....
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