Stranger to Europe

I dwell in a British city
and life is busy and great
in a way,
but my heart
is lost and left back
in sunny Africa.

I am settling into
the ever-falling rain,
but the pain
of being away
is creeping slowly
right through my soul.

Friendships and great pub lunches
and the power to buy
whatever I need
are comforting me,
but living away
from those I love
and in a different society
is leaving deep marks on me
and I long
for a sunny open
and light blue
and hot African sky
and to be back
in my own country.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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