On the tubes and trains of London,
I sat, searching for Irishness,
no brogue reached me over the din;
no face mirrored my own.
If they spoke aloud- I did not hear them.
If they were present: I did not see them.
we are not such a distinctive people,
And now, years on, I understand why I wish for home;
why people live to go there;
we must go back.
I do. On a daily basis.
Back and forth;
Where is it, once you’ve left?