Waiting

Here and now

there and then

back we go to when

you were in a different place

and no one there

who you know now

and even so you know somehow

this is me

and you are gone

this is where

the winds have blown

this is where I am alone

and here I go to a new home

where life is simple

so calm and strange

and familiarity is not with me

and all around are views to see,

from different windows and different rooms

and I know this is a shell outside

who I am, no where to hide

no trees I planted or beautiful ways

to remember you as I pass my days.

Give me time I will adjust

I will move along when I must

I will wait, my time it comes

marching to a different drum.

(Written on Anzac Day, April 25, 2016)