THIS IS ESSEX:
The picture in my memory is different to the one I see
waking amongst the fields of Essex. Without thousands
giving freely their good energy & support I turn to the
kettle for encouragement & a glimmer of sympathetic empathy.
In the silent kitchen of the morning after we empty suit cases,
set washing machines in motion & put away the trappings of a
travelling life & instruments of international wandering.
Passports slip back beneath their stones like rock pool crabs &
flight cases return to unlit warehouse corners, legends stencilled
on their sides concealed as the last truck pulls away.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Karl,you are wonderous.