Last night
A tail-flick of my soul
Lifted me like a salmon
From the seething torrents
To the clear pools of my youth.
I became that familiar stranger,
lifting heads in puzzled recognition.
I saw them as they are
Not as they were.
A turn, gliding through space
Wondering at the sparseness
Of habitation, at the freedom
Of wind through bended stalks of marram,
At the joy of children tumbling after raucous dogs.
This gift
I took with gratitude
For in wakefulness
I understood the promise of my God.
There is no place like home.....! Love the image of the salmon and the clear pools of youth....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every time I look, I find your stuff's waking and warming up. Gold star!