Heartache I suppose

I'm sitting in my new space. New lab room. A windowless fluorescent reality.

Reading emails from farmies who are too experiencing the loss. A pain behind my t-shirt feels like heartburn, but I know it's not.

One email described the wreckage left in the wake of the apprentice exodus like a grungy christmas. A mass indeed. Massive departure of farmies that is.
Now, I sit massively missing the religious experience of community,
of communing on the land,
now that I've landed somewhere new and foreign.

And in my windowless glowbox,
Just experiencing heartache I suppose.