Returning to the rock bosom of my homeland and being reracinated,
in a phantasmagoric bath full of hot bubbles which fascinate the senses;
immersed in retrievable shapes and colours from another time
when one was distantly taking life’s first tender steps sublime.
A melting away of tight-knit troubles and long-lost growing pains.
A host of immediate connections with family and friends
and managing to avoid the decompression bends of love’s prevailing march
into the new times out of my misbegotten and bewildered past.
Fresh landscapes born out of enterprise and toil
rooting me afresh in the rich Andalusian soil.
But now home beckons in the vast metropolis an aeroplane away.
And I am ready to take my seat at the Jerusalem play,
(In the full knowledge that, despite Brexit,
I already have eVouchers for the exit).