East Of The Sun... Poem by Margaret Alice

Come home in the heat, feeling tired and
fatigued, feet burning, the sky looking hazy
and weak, the grass grey and dying, tem-
peratures soaring, the rain stays away, a
dusty horizon, the sun wilting like me

A reddish dust everywhere makes for striking
sunsets - lack of fresh air, remembering mis-
takes in spelling, repetition of instruction by an
impatient colleague, wishing the homecoming
over, wishing for peace; late-night TV

Need to buy cat-food, need to start dinner – sitting
and staring, too tethered this moment, wish I could
conjure a positive thought to act as a compass –
turning emotions to Wonderland, East of the Sun
and West of the Moon...