Adrift

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.)

Author's Note

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