Home (2nd February 2015)

So this is how the journey ends:

with a week in The Hague,

dinner with an old friend,

(who could tell how I’d changed

and advise not pretend)

and some jazz.

then

as the sun set

a path through the dunes

led the way

for Penelope and I

Penelope and my eyes

we passed miles of glass houses

with not enough film

to capture the journey.

some dinner,

and then a ship to carry me home.

the sea was wild

but it rocked me to sleep.

waking in England

before the sun rose

setting foot on dry land;

like the moon landing

small

but significant.

a commuter train

packed full of suits

and a reflective jacket

(with a hornet in her helmet)

a city worker with a story to tell

and a smile

amongst the scowls

and snores.

at Liverpool Street

a decision

to avoid the rush hour

Penelope and I

Penelope and my eyes

out on the road again

this time rushing

(but still slow enough

to marvel

at the beauty

of everything)

to enjoy tea

and cake.

breakfast;

under the stars,

before the final train.

a newspaper,

a shoulder to lean on,

a square of chocolate each.

ahead of the long climb home

a little lunch

and a lot of words.

then finally

Penelope and I

Penelope and my eyes

finished what we started

with an uphill race

against no one

but ourselves.

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All images and text © 2015 Frances Beecher. All Rights Reserved.

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