You’re halfway on your journey home now,

Halfway to being so far away from me.

I imagine you shedding the skin you wear

When you’re here, like the snake I saw

In the park, where I sat watching the sky.

 

I turn the air conditioning up and wrap myself

In my woollen jumper, as though finding myself

In a cold place again will bring me closer.

There’s a hot wind crossing the street outside,

Battering and ugly. I wonder if it will ever rain.