Home?

Eyes stinging in the stale air around me
I watch the sun rise below me
A new world lies before me.
Am I home?

Exclamations I can’t understand
Stranger’s faces in a foreign land
I search to find my place
In my ever-increasing space
Where is home?

Different ways and different means
I cling to what is certain
A cross around my throat
Which forms familiar notes
These are home.

Yet I long to be
With all of me
To firmly stand
And hold your hand

And know- home.

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Photograph by Gabriel Santiago