168 DAYS





168 DAYS

Home has not slept since I left,

we sit, awake at the same time.

I live in England these days,

it runs six hours too fast, I am left

waiting for home to catch up. A day

is six weeks here, I only have 168 days

until home can crawl in my arms,

sleep in her eyes, having waited years

for me to swim across the Pond.

I am still unable to make sense of time here,

but I’ll be home soon and time will run

like it always has since I was born.