Awake. <br />Where are you? <br />At home. <br />Still unaccustomed- <br />awake or sleeping- <br />to being in your own home. <br />This is just one more of the stupefactions <br />of spending thirteen years in a prison. <br />Who's lying at your side? <br />Not loneliness, but your wife, <br />in the peaceful sleep of an angel. <br />Pregnancy looks good on a woman. <br />What time is it? <br />Eight. <br />That means you're safe until evening. <br />Because it's the practice of police <br />Never to raid homes in broad daylight.<br /><br />Nazim Hikmet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-release-from-prison/
