Of homesickness

Of Homesickness
John Ubal


Where is the tender brother
with his wit that makes me squeeze in joy?
Where are the scolds of the ever-green mother
whose branches and twigs
sting and fill me?
Out ... there is the damp and plank-dampy reek
of the tree-house
where damsels and fairies
gnomes and unworry
twist the gloom in glee

Woe! the feet!!
they wallow in expectation
the unseen, the foreseen
 sinews writhe
to sense the pump 
that gives them air
to see, to see
you all