Dreaming Me

Perspective

Running Home

Of travel on trains

and planes, travelling

everywhere

staring at the moon

remembering  my first

home, sobered by nostalgia.

neighbourhoods

with old friends and no

surprises, funny how

unreal, birds know it

they chirp relentlessly

to each other.
 

In the rain with no

place to lay my head

no webbed feet

obsolete and complete

defined, aligned

with the daily grind

aiming to catch some sleep 

alone or not, it’s all the same.