by :lhiven seyer

after many years away,
the sight of home from the plane,was a flock of parrots lifting
shieking,pounding rapid wings,
raising pollen and dust in your hearts paddock
it was the cities centr's hot metal and blinking glass
glinting in the sun
signalling a greeting;
it was all the toy cars washed ang polished
winking from the roadways
it was the sweep of the bay
as the plane turned to land,
to where every1 was waving in your direction,
flashing smiles,lifting children 2 see
as you came through the barrier
to all that was so familiar,yet changed:
your mother greyer than you remembered
and frail in your embrace
your father rounder,short of breath,and red in the face,
assuring you gruffly,all's much the same
in this place that you've carried about with you
on the back of your eyelids,
in your heart's locket
in your memory safe