I lay there on the bed at night,
Aircon on, Aircon off – nothing feels right.
Missing my man, missing my peeps
Gotta keep going, then I’m back for keeps.
A flash of an instant, that’s all this is.
My far away trip will pass by in a whiz.
But seconds seem slow, minutes laboured.
Six weeks are too long, I am dazed, bewildered.
Cram that time full
Make use of the pool
Visit beaches, the mall
Take the boat – don’t stall.
Eat out where you fancy,
Breakfast, lunch, supper, dancing
Join friends, speak Cantonese
Walk miles, a foot massage, please.
Countdown is over. The flight has been called.
Goodbye, land I escaped to. You did what was told.
Lightheartedness, good cheer and all that is merry.
I returned – a brand spanking new Kerry.
Kerry Bridges
-
Author:
Kerry (
Offline) - Published: November 27th, 2024 10:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Waiting, it seems I'm forever waiting.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 15
Offline)
Comments2
Adapting into a new lifestyle takes time and is difficult. Good poem, explaining the process and the feelings that accompany. Nicely done
A very enjoyable read
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.