08 September 2010

Fly Away Home


to feel at
home
in a place so far from
the dwelling, officially termed,

to feel a
love
in a place overflowing with
strangers and unfamiliar faces,

to feel that
peace
in a place as tumultuous
as anywhere to Timbuktu,

to feel a
"something"
that has no name but
is stronger than the Himalayas,

to feel a
loss
at having once found it all,
hoping one's feet will somehow
wander back to those
cobblestone paths
and overgrown mews,
to the "ou" instead of "o" and "s" instead of "z,"
to the dreaded prawn-flavored-everythings,

to the seed that has found its landing,
knowing that if it only had the chance,
with perhaps a bit of sun and
a bit of water,
it could blossom into
something

spectacular.

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