How welcome a sight one’s home is after one has been away. No matter how enjoyable travel may be, no matter how exciting the distant destinations and no matter how good a time one has while away, the home hearth is where the heart feels most comfortable. Like the migratory bird that returns to its nest year after year, the traveller will come home and settle in, content in familiar surroundings.
But there is also another kind of return… The return of the traveller who having spent many years in foreign lands one day returns to the place of his origin. How expectant is that return! Nostalgia has made of memory a sacred shrine. Remembrance has eradicated all unpleasantness and time has conspired with distance to idealise the lost homeland. How disappointing that return is when all one sees is a poor parody of what the expectant heart wishes to find… All is changed, all has progressed, all is well nigh unrecognizable. Here is the foreign land now, this place which one called home before, is now but a travesty of that sacred place that one had so carefully preserved in one’s innermost secret chambers of the heart.
My heart searches to slake its thirst In heady wine of the return, so ruby-red. Vermillion poppies are sweet draughts In emerald chalice of unripened corn.
My heart searches to revivify itself With life-giving blood and godly breath. Anemones like drops of blood on hillsides And in the azure of sky a breath of god.
My heart searches for a familiar word to hear, A smiling friendly face to warm itself. In every boat of the Aegean I see a letter writing “welcome” While ancient statues smile at me like next of kin.
My heart searches far and wide for honey, balsam, A therapy for all its wounds so that it love again. Violet-coloured, scented evenings in islands white And fragrances are medicine enough in nights so sweet.
My heart searches for all of these and more, But time inexorably flows, it passes, destroys all. Time conquers all that I knew and fondly recalled, Return is poison, soured wine and bitter gall.
I have been blogging daily on this platform for several years now. It is surprising that I have persisted as the world is changing and "microblogging" is now the norm. I blog to amuse myself, make comment on current affairs, externalise some of my creativity, keep notes on things that interest me, learn something new and to surprise myself with things that I discover about this wonderful, and sometimes crazy, world we live in.
I sometimes get the impression that I am on a soapbox delivering a monologue, so your comments are welcome.