t-oolong

a year ago, you returned home from anglo central

not knowing how the time you spent there would affect you.

in the first six months back, you still weren't quite sure.

but, at a year's distance, you've begun to sense it:

a part of you lies dormant - a second, internalized culture.

day-to-day, you may forget that it's there.

but, on occasion, it will emerge, often in very peculiar ways.

whether it's opening the cold medicine you bought with the pound sterling,

taking a sip of a strong ginger soda,

or overhearing dry humour that utterly drips union jacks,

something in you stirs.  a second language briefly fights its way up.

though it may be quite a while until it you use it actively and fluently once again,

you can't help but grin, simply because it's there.