I am
A confusion of cultures
Uniquely me
I think this is good
Because I can
Understand
The traveller, soujourner, foreigner,
The homesickness
That comes.
I think this is also bad
Because I cannot be understood
By the ordinary, mono cultural
Person.
They know not
The real meaning of homesickness
That hits me
Now and then.
Sometimes I despair of
Understanding them.
I am
An island
And a United Nations
Who can recognise either in me
But God?
1 comment:
What a poem! Although I'll never quite understand this like my children will, I can still relate. I've enjoyed reading your posts. Keep it up!
Miss you!
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