returning home
from a faraway land
i am on a plane
with a few bags
filled with memories and things
i realise too late
(or:
just late enough)
that a suitcase the one
i had taken from home
has been forgotten
there
i look for ways
to have it brought back
then see:
perhaps its contents are of use no longer to me
and i open my eyes
later the day
is discovered to be
the first
in a very long time
where
i smile for no reason
(but maybe a rhyme
was involved)
an angry lady on the subway glares at me
scratches the pink-tinted day successfu...
but
when i look back
she is a mere fleeting moment
—so indeed is the day
but the day-moment is longer
and smiles eclipse all else
and now is all anyone has
and remember?
i had left
unneeded somethings
far
away
