culture shock

seven months
twenty days and
nine hours later

It Hits.

'this is not budapest,
barátam.'

and the existence of my secret solitude
,centered, friend
is out of the bag.

at that time, the
streets opened up like
they paint communism to have done
open like daylight, like
space streaming down
upon us, faces upturned like
we were awaiting only
This. Moment.
opened like
stepping into suburbs
opened like
in the lost interior of the City Park
Városliget
opened like
the plane ride out
the plane ride in
the minds of the people who ran
who fell
who dreamt it all up:
Open.

sixteen fortnights later
the shock,
an opening in
my day.