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Another journey, by Britta Benson

I’ve decided to go away for a few days. Next week marks the second anniversary of my mum’s death and I feel, I need to be alone for a few days. This second year after mum was very different from the first and still, time is a fickle, unreliable companion and plays tricks on all of us. Two years can feel like an eternity or the blink of an eye – or both at the same time. Here’s today’s poem:

Another journey

And then I decide

to take my humpty dumpty heart

across the sea,

make it roll along sandy beaches

on the other end of my world

until crushed cockles and twisted ice cream sticks

cover it like a slapdash cocoon for safekeeping.

No butterfly will break through this crust,

not in a million years.

I’ll wait longer,

throw my questions over the horizon

with the patience of a crestfallen wave.


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