19 January 2013
How quickly a place can change in the eye of the beholder.
After four months, a different city it seems.
When a few leaves have fallen and it's a few degrees colder,
And I know it well enough for it to appear in my dreams.
How familiar the sights and sounds,
At first so alien and bizarre.
How close it seems to home now,
Yet in reality so far.
A foreign language rings in the ears
And rolls easily off my tongue
When four months ago it filled me with fear
And the distance felt so wrong.
How adaptable I've found I can be
When circumstances demand.
How capable of just being me
With no one to hold my hand.
But when I return, return I will
To a love like the Olympic flame,
Burning out of sight, but burning still
Until it's unveiled again.
Four Months In • Opuss № I