When I return home
[Under construction: 1 June 2005 ]
I wrote this poem early in the 1980s, when I realised that my relationships possess both internal and external components of reality. I guess that I borrowed the opening image from Holman-Hunt's Christ, the Light of the World.
When I return home from school
After a slag heap of a day
I knock on my door
And you always answer.
Sometimes you're tired too.
Then we both moan
And I wonder if you really love me
And I wonder if I really love you.
But when the lightening flicker dies,
And we descend from our storm clouds,
I am sorry that my faith sank
Beneath the deluge of our flash-flood;
And to show you that I'm still in love
With you, I write you a letter
And post it to your faraway
Destination.
