Relocation, Relocation, Relocation…


I have been having visions of this sailing cruiser,

Resembling Christopher Columbus’s boat,

And I am afloat...

I turned right, on the street called Relocation,

Awaiting the manifestation to become clear,

For now, it’s unseen,

Hidden behind the curtains!

One day - three phone calls:

UK - as you say

Amsterdam - I am dying to come

Portugal - I am there anon

And yet, here I am!

Awaiting the manifestation of the

”Relocation, Relocation, Relocation!”

 I waited, and waited, and waited,

Not anymore!

High heels on,

I’m at the station!

Awaiting the ships to come in

Sailing through the rain,

My patience has run out,

Drop by drop,

And heels have sprung up into 

”Relocation, Relocation, Relocation!”


Who knows? For the first time in my life I might get to choose.

For now, I am in the groove...

Sunglasses and hat on,

Oh, dearest ship come along!

Before long.

My heart is already gone,

And my physical body is on the verge of climbing a ship called

 ”Relocation, Relocation, Relocation”

Alas, manifestation!

You’ve sucked me of my energy,

And here I come... 


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