Almost Home

the setting sun

burns deeply

into the darkest recesses

squinting at what lies before

sinuous curves cutting into the dry earth

unravelling before me

terrain is familiar

but I’m a stranger

in an unchanged world

taking the long way home



the road less travelled

carries more traffic than usual

familiar faces

are now obscured/unrecognisable

commonality destroyed

rapid lips firing soundless

machine gun bursts of polemic

 I neither see, hear or understand



don't cry no more

cause soon it’s morning

finally

it dawned on me

I don’t have to travel

very far,

or at all

to get home 

© 2017 michael d emmerich