Having migrated continents just over 5 weeks ago, I am slowly slipping past the excitable honeymoon phase of the move, into the busy but brilliant better life that I moved for. That said, I still cannot escape the fleeting loneliness that glides in and out of my conscious thought as I realise, and then deal with the fact, that I have lost my support network. The other day my friend drunkenly facetimed me as he ate his dinner. It inspired this haiku.
Chomping, fuelled by beer
He makes little to no sense,
But he is sincere
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)