It’s a strange experience coming home
And being once again – alone
Since for two months I have known
A loving family of my own.
It’s nice to share and exchange views
Sit together, watch the news
Eat breakfast with my Mum; enthuse
And cultivate in Oz my muse.
With no housework, one can dream
And let brand new impressions stream
Past my inner eye unseen
Yet recorded, like a movie scene.
Now back in Europe’s cold and dark
Where jet-lag makes my time clock start
At some unearthly hour, my heart
Relives these moments, gives them spark.
(c) Poet in the woods 2014