A Foreign Land

The English cousins returned
after forty two years away
on flights droning on through
long night and longer day.

So different from their weeks
on board ship at a very young
age returning to their mother’s
distant home land. Now our
climate and latitudinal changes
caught them by surprise.

Their second evening coming
out of the supermarket they
were puzzled at the swift
darkness replacing bright
sunset. As they stared a
downpour drenched them,
not gentle English rain.

“You told us to bring our shorts !”
came a wail from soaking darkness.

Previously posted November 2017.

A Foreign Land