dull, dreich, mist covered hills.
Lulled by soft voices and motion of travel
I drop into half sleep and dream of the sunshine.
Jolted awake, my senses are staggered,
disjointed awareness of palm trees and hornbills.
On a rainy day journey to Blantyre, Malaŵi*.
*there is also a town called Blantyre in Scotland
Previously published in Poetry Scotland
Regional Poetry for Totally Optional Prompts