came the voice of the train,
as it slowed.
We had come to look for our new home –
our last home:
a home to settle and stay in:
a home here, perhaps.
We wandered slowly from the train down to the sea
and there was the sea.
The first thing was the sea, next was the gulls:
the gulls in the air,
the gulls strolling in the streets, proprietorial, untroubled,
in the quiet streets.
The streets where cars gave way, stopped for people,
and people stopped
to talk to other people – and to their dogs,
and the dogs
were just everywhere. And so, it wasn’t just one thing:
the thing is
that one thing just led to another, till we knew:
our new home –
our last home – was here,
and here we are,
As the voice of the train said:
“We have now arrived in Seaford:
our final destination”.
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