Right Across The Country From Me Poem by Gert Strydom

(after Dorothy Parker, for A)

Right across the country from me
is the place that you call home,
a place where my spirit at times roam,
where you live in a kind of tranquillity.

Sometimes I do not know
how to put my feelings in words, to express
my utter loneliness
and at break of day and its end the horizon glows

in the place where you dwell
and under others skies
the day begins and dies
while of my thoughts I want you to tell

but maybe it's much better
not to say anything,
not even to make your telephone ring
and never to write a letter.


[Reference: "Hearthside" by Dorothy Parker.]