The holiday was over.

The giant mouse and all his clan

Had packed their bags and gone.

The sunshine held out till the end,

The beaches kept their charm.

But they’d had enough of us and we

Had had enough of them.

We had been there a week.

The children played, the men went fishing,

The women lay about the pool

Like beached, upturned fish.

The Disney World was clean and sweet,

But like the world, too small

To do more than contain our thoughts

Of where we ought to be.