I woke today

in an alien world.



I do not know it,

recognise it,

or necessarily

welcome it.



How can I cope

with this intrinsic

shift of frame?

I am a stranger

in a strange land.



All I know

as home

is yesterday,

and I am marooned

in today.



It's the unseen Hand,

urging me on

to greater things

and wider

horizons.



God has spread

the wonders of

the Universe

before me,

not on some

distant orb,

but on the foreign shore

of each tomorrow;

or rather

the new world

we call 'today'.