Returning by John Tustin
I see the flocks flying overhead in their V formations,
Returning from their summer vacation among the perspiration
And the alligators.
I turn and the squirrel is climbing her tree,
The cat next door going in for the evening.
Looking down I find that the busy ants have retreated back down
Through their little mound of pebbles and sand
Into their tunnels beneath the grass
To finally get a little rest.
I deeply sigh.
Everyone is returning home but me.
John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals in the last dozen years. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.