Home.

Is it possible to overdose on home?
Overstay
Overdo it
Overwork this glee
And exhaust myself with too much joy?

When does gluttony begin?
So many drinks
So many meals
So very much of this good thing
I’m weary and yet I’ve naught to show

But amid the morning fogs there is something, no?
Wry smiles of that night before
The gladdened heart warmed up by familiarity
The end of longing

And the hum of contentment

When must it end?
Soon
Yes, it must, my body is failing
Besides, there’s nothing left to fund this with
And I can’t let home spoil

Oh, I’ve overdosed on home
Not enough to tire of these sights and sounds
Not even close
And I’ll wince the moment I’ve turned
But here it is and shall forever remain

Home.

This piece first appeared in these pages in 2006, however given the fact I'm embarking home to Australia again for my first Christmas since these words were written, I felt it fitting to share of 'home' once again. 5 years is far too long...

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