On the train from Bonn to Trier

These wooded slopes are charming in their way,

but give me Blà Bheinn any day.

The castles, vineyards, little villages are, well…so German.

They make me feel, what I am, foreign.

Gorse and bracken, Scottish wind and rain.

Golspie, Dornoch, Brora, Tain.

There’s nothing wrong with here.

It’s just not…home.

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