I Sit and Wait

I sit and wait in the sun
As endless days tick by
Second by second.
This is what it means to be in exile.

Homesickness.
That's what this is called,
The panic of being adrift
In a foreign landscape.

I love the raw mountains
Of Spain.

What I long for are
rainwashed hills,
sheep studded,
blue-green trees,
black earth,
English domesticity.

I will never try to leave
Again.