POETRY

Mersey Grey

Returning to a place that you expect to be home but is no longer

I watch outside the window, color void,

The only paint on the canvas is grey,

The sky, the clouds, the buildings, people — grey,

All wrapped up, frowning into wind, annoyed,

My town, much smaller now a stranger droid,

Indoors feels wasted, suffocating grey,

I want to go back home, not here, not grey,

No longer home but where now? Feelings toyed,

Who knew that culture shock could happen reverse,

Complain, complain till they are sick of it,

You need to stop and breathe, to look and see,

To see, what they see, blessing, not a curse,

Red rocks with salty air and local wit,

The beauty, music, life, just let it be

This poem is based upon my experience with reverse culture shock, which I’ve written about here if you would like to read more 👇

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Georgina Nelson. Traveler. Writer. Photographer. Yoga teacher.

Sh*t Happens — because the things that go wrong make the funniest stories.