Efi Hatzimanolis #43 Nostalgia

all I can think of is my stomach -

it being dinner time here -

and my first day in Ireland when I saw 

my first March hare in the grip

of its hormonal madness, 

and I felt its rush in my own rush

of homesickness in a deep

deep-fried nostalgia which was

both comforting and bitter -

it was St Patrick's Day, 

twelve years ago,
yesterday