Half down a long smooth corridor I turned to check
Who I was supposed to be meeting, what I should plead
As the purpose of my visit, length of stay,
And my destination. But there was no-one to ask.
So I just carried on
Hoping someone would tell me, or I’d find a clue
In the codes on my documentation
Or the false heel of a shoe
Anyway, they let me in
Stamping my passport with “indefinite stay”
And then I wandered round the streets making notes
And taking photos to elucidate
What I should do and who I was.
Finally I’ve come to a door
That looks familiar, and the signs on it, though damaged,
Could be a reference to shining shores
Where travellers in the past have managed
To find a boat, to watch the moving oars.