I’m back in Dhaka after a lovely summer in Denmark – back without the rest of the family as the boys have started school in Denmark and Torben will stay with them for a while. The house seems empty and I feel I am needed elsewhere… taking up my Dhaka life again requires some effort. I try to express something of what I feel in this poem:
Reality
.
I was so there, so rooted,
Feet firm, running, laughing, loving
With them… and them, and him, and her
And you; it was so right and so real
.
Here now, the ground is not quite stable
Reality has pulled on different robes
I hear the story end, but missed its starting
I laugh too, but I didn’t share the joke
.
Tomorrow brings new tales, I’ll join the laughing
Days pass and walk securely on the ground
Dull aches replace the sharper pains of missing,
Adjusting expectations; I will be here
.
.
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Great poem! I liked it as it touches my heart and depicts the feeling of my current situation.
Thanks!
P.S. I’m very happy that you live in Dhaka !
Nice!
Kære Rilla, jeg kender følelsen <3 så jeg ved hvordan du har det. Knus og jeg håber de har det godt i Danmark. Pitsi
Præcis! Vi omstiller os og lever med savnet og finder nye veje til glæde…..håber vi