Return of the Traveller


And she’ll always be there
like mother
smiling at the gate
ready to lean in
peck your cheek
make no demands
or very few
though she might ask you to visit
the relatives who are getting fragile.

And you have a sense of well-being
a sort of custard-cream
settled feeling
as if no-one’s issuing a challenge.
You have returned to familiar territory
from which messy feelings are banished.
There’s a warm house, a good meal
a fond glance (the kids in bed early)
a point of return
from which you can wander
or if you wish
if you take it into your head
from which you can totally vanish.

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