Chez nous
Not another moment spent
In an airport lounge
Not another precious day
In a queue to fly
Into another country
To join another queue.
Queues to enter, queues to leave
What insanity has possessed us
To squander precious hours and days
Going from here to there?
What is wrong in staying here?
Is it a crime to stand and stare
To live and love
The ordinary, the habitual?
The nearer hills are greener
The local fields smell fresh
The age old legends resonate
In souls that never strayed.
There is some virtue staying
And keeping close to home
Saving shoe leather and air fares,
Sparing earth for another age.
Granting the planet a break
From incessant holidays.
Staying simple and stable
grounded and tethered.
Chez nous.
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