homecoming

Homecoming

The plane circled the local airport, foggy,
it hadn’t got clearing yet, I hoped it would
be forced to turn back again, find another
landing strip, preferable somewhere far
from my old home-town. Hadn’t been here
for years, in a fit of sentimental nostalgia
I had bought a ticket but regretted it now.
There is no way back, the place I knew is
in the dreamy land of memories, friends
are names on gravestone, and the drabness
of late Nordic autumn is bound to make
me utterly wretched. “Due to persistent fog
we are unable to land,” the pilot lamented.
His words filled me with tender melancholy