There is a saying, the grass is always greener on the other side. In a flight of fancy, when we cross over to the other side, what happens?  The poem ‘Homecoming’ describes this journey. Caught in the humdrum of mundane life, its ennui maybe, the protagonist soars and floats on passionate clouds, high above and longs for the excitement of building her home amongst the pretty pink clouds, wrapped in ecstatic dreams.  What happens then? Read on/Listen in…