Stop. Think about home.
That place you come from.
That place you’re looking for.

Go there now.
No one is watching.
Slip quietly away,
into streets or gardens,
or hills smothered by snow.

Look around.
There will be people you don’t recognise,
faces you don’t know,
but don’t worry.
They are here to be with you.

They came, following through the cracks in your memory
and the doors in the backs of photographs,
to meet your eyes
and smile.

Eat, drink, laugh – but softly;
the walls of home are thin. Rest.
It may come slowly, but it will come.
It will, and friends will reassure you.
You will be safe here.

Although soon
you will have to leave this place,
taking nothing with you,
and trudge the road to here and now,
groan and wake
to the present.

Remember, though, this place.
When next you need to slip away
it will be here. Always.


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