I'd missed the novelty of sharing,
And quickly gotten over it
Remembering I never quite liked it anyway.

Driving down instinctive roads
There is a reassuring sense of familiarity
And it calms me.

I drove through dirt roads lined with kangaroo paw,
Not really going anywhere.

Christmas is near,
Hampers and baubles tell me.

This year I actually want to be here,
For the lack of an elsewhere.

I'm tired,
But hope you wake up with your stocking filled.

xxx

Posted by e at December 12, 2002 10:32 PM