I am here
by Diane Jackman
Here among the trees, the city smoke fades
to a distant memory, purple wreaths
beyond the hills and out of sight.
Slipping into unaccustomed ways,
embracing the new landscape, people,
fitting in snug as a bespoke jacket.
Home is not always where we first saw light.
We can find it elsewhere, in a place
of sudden welcome, of deep belonging.
Diane Jackman’s poetry has been published widely in magazines and anthologies. Starting as a children’s writer, she now concentrates on poetry and researching lives in the Breckland, England’s desert. Last year she started a poetry café in Brandon, Suffolk.