Alarmed, startled awake
Essential items fumbled for
Grabbed, stashed and stowed at first light
Bleary drive to the port for the morning ferry
Relief at reaching the queue steadily being consumed by the ship’s jaws
A necessary pause at the UK Border Force barrier
.
“Sorry, sir, but this is not your passport.”
.
She had died
Five years past
Yet here she is
Handed back to me
Fixed face, impassive as required for the officious photograph
Eyes bright
With me still
.
02/08/2019
Journey of Words 