HOME

The street was the same as I remembered it. And the birds swooped as if to herald my return. So it was true, I hadn’t dreamed it. For a moment I stood and took in the beautiful cacophony of noise that I’d never fully appreciated before in all its ugly glory. The sun came out to shine on cue and its warmth informed me that I had now entered a safety zone for lost boys.

How can you know a place so well and yet feel that you are seeing it for the first time? If this is a dream and I awaken now I will be angry all day. Maybe all days.

I continue moving on further into it until I reach the gate no one ever closes, and the narrow cement path  leading to the apartment block steps I once knew so well I could climb them in the dark, and under the influence of too much life. This time there seems to be a lesson learnt in each step and greater effort needed to conceal the weariness of the outsider.

Halfway up I enter the glow from the first storey window that conspires to shine God-like behind the statue of Buddha as if even the universe is welcoming my return.

More steps and more weary remembrances of lessons learned and I am at the front door, knocking in a drum pattern of whimsy and familiarity.

After an eternity of seconds the door is opened and I see your smiling face as I remembered it from a long ago carefree time. Bright, loving and kind. I can now die in my footsteps and not be lost to wander and wonder.

I enter and am surrounded by the comfort of the greatest books and music ever written. Each word and note a friend of mine. And I sit at the empty table. Alone no more. Everything and nothing has changed as I take my place amongst it.

You ask me how I am. But there are no words to convey the miracle of ordained destiny.

For in that sheltered moment, I am home.

 

(C) Frank Howson 2017

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YOU CAN’T MAKE A WOMAN LOVE YOU

You can climb a mountain
You can swim the Nile
You can cap your teeth
For a perfect smile
You can race a car
You can kick a goal
You can gain the world
And lose your soul
But you can’t
You can’t make a woman love you
No you can’t
You can’t make a woman love you

You can be a mystic
You can read a palm
You can catch a fish
Own a cattle farm
You can throw a punch
And become the champ
You can beat ’em all
Or lick a stamp
But you can’t
You can’t make a woman love you
No you can’t
You can’t make a woman love you

You can quote Shakespeare
To impress yourself
Control the markets
Increase your wealth
Buy a Lamborghini
In your favourite shade of blue
But you can’t turn back the tide
Or make a woman love you

You can build an empire
You can dig your grave
You can buy some pearls
For a live-in slave
You can see a shrink
You can shed a tear
You can play the fool
Again this year
But you can’t
You can’t make a woman love you
No you can’t
You can’t make a woman love you

(c) 2013 Frank Howson