Coming back to poetry
is like bumping into that old friend
who always made you smile,
all hugs and laughter,
and making time to stop for a drink,
is like a loved-one phoning to say
the letter from the hospital
says all-clear, see you in six-months,
we can start making plans once again,
is like returning to the North Wales
sea-side town where you holidayed as a child
walking across the sand dunes,
I remember when all this was similes.