JOURNEY HOME
Each night I chase my journey home,
yet never find the true way there.
Sometimes I’m on a bus that stops
halfway and though I know the place,
I have no money for the fare to travel further.
Sometimes I ‘m still at school.
My pupils keep me back.
I’m grateful for their attendance but not
because they cause me to forget
the place I came from.
Sometimes I knock at unknown doors,
hoping for directions
but no-one answers.
Sometimes I’m in a place I know,
but do not know how to escape from it.
Sometimes I am at night, in frost, by stars
knowing there is a homeward way by heaven,
but that was long ago. The way
is closed, like the old midnight railway line
where mice sleep on the tracks.
My sleep is rarely comfortable,
and when I wake I ask:
is my home here,
even though I don’t know how to see it ?
About Me
- nonsmokinjoe
- Having taught English for 30 odd years in schools and colleges in Great Britain, Germany, Austria and Saudi Arabia, I have recently taken up a second career as a translator working in partnership with my Brazilian wife who is also a professional translator, doing translations from & into Portuguese, English, Spanish and German. Our major clients are important Brazilian advertising agencies and a wide range of clients, including audio and video production houses, book authors, publicists and business people. We are willing to consider any interesting, worthwhile translation project.