AdriftA Poem by Penulis Kecil
I wanted to explore feeling so alone and very far from home while travelling around the UK to meet friends.
I search here, everywhere, for pieces of home,
for scraps of a patchwork that feels like it belongs
on the same vessel, attached to the same rigging;
there are no Cherry Ripes, no Burger Rings,
my burgers are devoid of the familiar: no pineapple,
and the beetroot grew in somebody's garden;
(they do not understand: beetroot grows in tins,
streaks juice and purple vinegar down your drawers).
I search here, everywhere, for little bits of home,
only to find, instead, markers of you in every piece,
on every corner and lurking in every face;
shadows of you are in the stores, on the streets,
and though I've travelled ten thousand miles to be close
I fear our hearts are further distant every day;
(here across these waters, I am bobbing over ocean waves,
a lonely sillhouette in a big sea, I am unmoored without you.)
© 2011 Penulis Kecil
AboutI'm a 29 year old Australian woman who has, like most people, experienced a number of things in life. I think I'm pretty friendly, if a little odd and silly. When I'm not writing, I enjoy other cre.. more..