Departure Poem

It has been 61 days
Since my departure

To the cold place

Back in the warmth
For the Frosty
Season
I look at the pictures
In my telecommunication
Device

And say
Over and over to my
Self
You are not alone
In your in-
Ability
To grasp their language

Their trees struggle
To exchange
Their th’s with their
S’s
As well

And no river cares much
For what lies beyond it

Much like the people
Who live in the big houses
By it

But you think of the brown
Leaf
That fell from the unimpressive branch
To the Danube

That day

And how you
Thought
With nostalgia
Of the fairy-tales
You read as a child

Where the leaves were only
Red
Yellow

Or

White