shortness of breathe-the poem

I am going to sit here

in my pyjama

and hold my breathe

and count how long

i can hold it in

without letting go

and how long i can

let go

so you can go

now

understood or not

i am here

as the wind softly moves

the curtains and the moths threaten

to destroy

i am here as always

lost in thought

in a land you will never visit

even in your dreams

 even though you thought

you came and conquered

 like the Romans

it was a short stay

when you look at the history

of occupations

this was no more than

a station on the way

to bigger and better things;

oh yes

Jerusalem

golden

bathed in a  pink light

is waiting for her sons and daughters

i am on my way

just let me change

my clothes

and wear something for the journey

and all i have to do

is close my eyes

and say three times:

I want to go home!

i have seen too many movies

i have hoped too many times

for a happy end

surely today it will come

my way

surely today will be

a happy one

with flowers and sun

though no one to see me off

surely when i arrive

there will be a crowd

cheering

welcome back

welcome back  

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