Among the nordic hills
where wild waterfalls
resound
and flowers cling
in the cracks
of granite rocks
mosses carpet
the forest floors

in moon or sunlight
tall firs make
revolving sundials
telling time
time that's now
and time that's past

time to see
what life it was
being me
among those
with foreign tongue

at home
for home for me
was where I felt
the now
as now it is gone
its meaning
stretched into forever now
no longer when
but then

Margaret Ann Waddicor 25th July 2016