a poem
From rambling spaces and
widening roads
with nothing
to do
but
think,
I’m back.
From retreat and the past and a
Sabbath the colour deep blue skies
I’m home;
and it’s Sunday morning again,
rushing in upon me reckless
with the urgent clatter of now.
Home Again, Home Again, Saturday Morn
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