Home is the strangest destination
Familiar sights can pull you suddenly
Down dark winding stairs
The silence after exhalation
Calls you to a place once seen
In forgotten dreams. The novelty
Of shrieking plumage, giant insect species
Cannot catch you unawares
Quite as when a song thrush funnelling the night air
-souvenir que veux-tu dire?-
unleashes
a bolt of despair
(and then there’s the fear)
Home is somewhere you have never been.
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