the lazy canopies smother me tonight
in their stagnant smell of fall decay
I meet a badger on my evening walk
and for a brief instant – he looks at me
and with dignity he frowns and leaves

the hungry moon above pulsates
playing peek-a-boo with racing clouds
eagerly impatient, just like me

as my heart races at the sight
(like the disappearing badger)
I realize – I miss
the salty breeze from open seas
horizons and an open sky
the silver-roads across the sea
I miss the black water, where
seaweed slowly dances with my feet
a night like this – I sigh
but as the badger -
I know my home is here