I’m sitting here beside the sea
along the sea
with the sea
by the sea
The sea and its endless flatness stretches out before me
as far as the eye can see
and I wonder how beautiful our planet can be
sitting here beside the sea.
It looks like the seagulls see it too
flying in rows of two by two
as they craw, shriek and coo
soaring above the endless view
I wonder, if only they knew
that it goes on for many kilometres too
an endless earthly rue
this sea, this ocean blue
Striding, bounding past June’s leafy trees,
bouncing up the gravel path
the weather with me agrees:
a fitting semester’s aftermath.
But it’s not me bounding nor bouncing up the road
it’s my heart that does
this, the first day does bode
well for the rest of my voyage—fills me with a buzz!
Such euphoria I’ve alas almost forgotten
but coming back brings it back.
Like the softness of tumble-dried cotton
this trip’s soundtrack.
I am back
to the place I missed
did it miss me?
A bustling, crunching, cranking city
I missed this place
its bruits sonores
its smells odeurs
its viennoiseries
its places, cafés, foods,
my family
It’s good to be back, Brussels.