Exile
Displaced
I break myself up in a million pieces
Can’t forget the taste of the sky
more bitter than my aching tears
or the airport-coffeed flavour in my mouth
Eyes closed
uncomfortable flicker
Out of the window
the trees are running away
Disjointed thoughts to haunt me while I’m up
in the air, retracing this lonely hazy farewell
adjusting your colours against a barely formed memory
Fragmented
I find
I’ve always been
an out-of-placer in new
unknown nostalgic lost
homes
Reflection
Yet it rains on you
ripples design your wrinkles
this pool too gets old
At the centre of the world there is light
Watching the world move
is never half as good
as plunging into the worlds
that move within you.