home, you get there

distorted time

sorted through a ryhme 

that configured a day
back then,
I figured I'd just say

what came to me,
and this is it-
the gold light 

on ealing common
we were both feeling
a little solemn

at the prospect
at the end of an era
nothing then
could be un-clearer
hmm distorted time
the night and day
no longer two separate entities
no, they become the same

sixteen hours away from home
sixteen hours in another zone
eighteen without food or water
to keep me going  

I remember the lamb to the slaughter
Abraham's son, no, the lamb
and I too, am,
it and I thought of the dead bird,
pieces of flesh and feather

that found each other and came together
came to life and flew towards you
speaking in it's own language,
yes to this day, I remember

the ark, and the split sea,
and the ark 

and i came to realise that we 

are so much tougher than we believe 

we just keep
going and somehow 

despite all odds 

we get home
(if home is where we're supposed to be)
-Qadr-