Longing home (extract from C liFe by GJO)

Longing home (today was day 14 with 7 to go)

I long to be home, with my dogs and the sea
I long to go farming, to walk, to be me
I miss the sound of birds, barks, dog collars and the phone.
The bleep and the sound of her microwave door

I miss the tickle of her curls in my face
If only I could burry my head near her ear
If only I can reach and touch, feel her here
Trying hard I can imagine that she is near

Here in my room without a view
This room filled with sounds that I did not know
in a corridor of illness, struggles, cares
This room with hope, this room with air

I long to be home, with my dogs and the sea
I long to go farming, to walk, to be me
I miss the sound of birds, barks, dog collars and the phone.
The bleep and the sound of her microwave door

written while being treated at Johannesburg Gen 2007