VISITATION

up on a high hill
another country
the city laid out beneath me
the river a silver sliver
misty mountains all around
the distinctive profile of kwanaksan
a hazy blue
and above the houses that crouch on the hillside
atop the ridge of mousy-coloured trees flecked with grey
namsan tower like a space rocket on its launching pad
steep winding lanes descend
flanked by blooming trees
pink cherry blossom confetti flies in the wind
a great playground that hannah would like
oh i feel so alive and free up here
in a part of town that i have always so assiduously avoided
during my time in sk
so why am i here?
paying a visit to a workmate who's been off for a couple of weeks
hospitalised with a burst appendix
very nasty!
the poor fellow
a christian man
spent his easter in a hospital bed
recovering from surgery
experiencing the excruciating pain
and then his resurrection
fireseed been selfishly putting off this visit
making excuses to himself that he doesn't have the time or energy
but now sipping mango tea with this colleague and his missus
in their living room with a panoramic view out over the valley
chatting about stuff
their frisky cat making weird noises and rolling around on the floor
'tis lovely to be here
so easy to retreat into your shell when you feel down
so easy to hide yourself away
an instinctive reaction
but the best way of pulling yourself out of it
is to be there for someone else