She sits in the cafe
7901 kilometers from home
Clutching her lifeline in her hand
Her iPhone.
She came to escape, to see new things,
All she is really seeing is reality.
The thoughts flood her head
And tears steam down her face
Lucky there is time to think and cry
In this public foreign place.
Train stations, plane stations, taxis and trams
Have all seen her tears.
Public squares, cafes the same.
From Stockholm to Stanstead airport,
Federation square to Hoi An roasters,
She opens the emotional baggage but does not check it in.
It does not fit in the overhead locker,
So she has to unpack it there and then,
Sort out what is really needed and throwing away what is not
Or leaving it in a pile
And cause a security threat at Stanstead airport.
Always one to find a silver lining,
At least the beer is cheap.
At least she's got a sweet place to sleep.
Distractions abound in a foreign town
People to watch and streets to get lost down
This time she will not cry when she gets lost
Like the time she did in Kmart when she was four.
She stretches and creates space
Because there is time to think and grow
In this public foreign place.
Jj
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