Poetry: Expat Trilogy, Part I

Auf Wiedersehen Wyoming!

Passports, bank drafts, Visas and more, what to sell and what to store?
A dog, two homes, two cars, one truck, to rent or not to make a buck?
We handle the treasures, the junk and then, a goodbye hug and kiss for kin.
Home folks no more, we're "foreign" soon, and "der mittag" we'll say for noon,
excitement in our trepidation, a change in scene and job and station.
We're off to search for aquatic bugs tho' Wyoming on our heartstring tugs.
Our new abode an ancient land with modern features shaped by hand,
and chiseled out by glacial force, the mighty Alps are just as coarse,
and sharp as Rocky Mountain range, though short of elk and grouse and sage.
From hinterland to city life, Professor Thompson and his wife
with bus and train and bike, we'll go, the urban path - goodbye to slow!
We're off to the Schweiz with flags unfurled and "little things that run the world"!!

—Jocelyn Moore

August 2011