Banana trees sway, neglected against
pampered flora in the greenhouse
heavy fruit hanging, provocative
out of reach.
It’s a cold winter morning
here, on the other side of the world,
nostalgia moving uselessly through my veins
I can hear it pumping – thrum thrum
as I pour a second cup of coffee.
Wind lifts the eucalypts and I put down my cup
go outside, walk
walk and walk
the way my grandmother walked when she had
something to ponder
forever moving towards an elusive goal
it eludes me too
lost at home
finding home in my loss
on a normal winter day
at the end of summer
somewhere else.
Somewhere Else by Magdalena Ball | Garden Lavender Poetry Reed Diffuser
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