INCLEMENCY

          

    It's like in summer,
        when your throat is dry
        your lips draw tight,
        your lungs refuse the air,
    It's all you think about.
        You dread the sky.
        Your ears are singed.
        Your lids can't shield the glare.
    Just so
        when traveling in a foreign land
        you find yourself
            seem, stupid, lost, alone,
        because to eat or shop
            or understand     directions
                all you do is shrug and groan.
    Oppressive, daunting, endless,
        feeling trapped within
            an age-old nightmare circumstance,
        to cope seems futile,
        let alone adapt.
    But, oh that moment when,
        by gust or glance,
        in curse or whisper,
        whether slurred or sung
            That soothing breeze!
            You hear your native tongue.

 

 

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

I have recently relocated from way south to way north..drove around last night for 2 hours lost after a movie-adapting can be hard work even within ones own country
super great write-thank you much for sharing