All At Sea

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

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“Sorry, sir, but this is not your passport.”

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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

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02/08/2019

Published by

Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité