Sonja Nic Rafferty
Wake me up in Scotland!
Others still have got a suitcase in Berlin*
And I left an alarm clock in Scotland
That definitely drives me up the wall
Because it rings where my torn heart is
But I live on the other side of the ocean
Yet I try to spot a positive point of view
Dark blue it shines in the colour of Scotland
Why I forgot the clock I do not know
Also I have no clue where this happened
Anywhere in a Highland Student Hotel
Possibly in the Athens Of The North remains speculation
There are many coincidences in life which actually are none
Perhaps I wanted an alarm clock in Caledonia
A connecting link that wakes me up before everything is too late
Often enough in the act of research missing the connection
Am I a Scottish sprout and always should be on my guard
Vigilantly I travelled all over my ancestors’ land
Eyes and ears prepared to grasp everything like never before
A Scottish-Indian student searched for traces too
Travelled there from Canada and will study Gaelic
I want to be 20 again and go along with that
But even for autodidacts I know enough subjects
I’ll simply study life generally and over and above that
In particular my OH-IF-I-ONLY-COULD-BE-THERE-LAND
Gratitude for eight days in Scotland I like to express
Yet after the tour longing hurts following a tried and tested method
I still have got an alarm clock in Scotland and hope
That it always will stop me from a stupor
Its alarm signal sending across the seas
Idleness and laziless never assume power
For I want to stay to carry on with my research
That is taught at no university so it’s unknown
I just call it MY-WHERE-DO-I-COME-FROM
In case I find it out I will finally have an idea
Where I can go in my second half of life
* “I still have got a suitcase in Berlin” is a famous old German song.
I wrote this poem first in my original language German.
© Sonja Nic Rafferty March 29th, 2005
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Published on e-Stories.org on 03/30/2005.