Looking Back

Written during a crossing of the Irish Sea, 2012

Through the ship's salty glass,

I gaze upon the land of my birth

for the first time ever

with the eyes of a stranger..

How has it come this far

that with each nautical mile

added between us

I feel closer to home?

Was it never my home

but only now realised?

Or did I move unbeknownst

somewhere along the way?

Neither.

The land of my birth is just a rock.

Cold and unfeeling.

Ignorant of my desires.

But what I carry in my heart

is warm, soft and travels with me

belongs to no sandy shore

and enjoys its own weather.

Reviews

[not here]

Makes me think of that song, "Irish Heartbeat" by Van Morrison...

I especially liked the writing in your first two stanzas, C

[LA Lorena]

I think that one can be content and happy anywhere, its a feeling that comes from within. home is not so much a physical place as it is a psychological one, where we are safe, nurtured and feel loved and accepted.

Your last stanza - magic

[C.R.Turner]

Thanking you, LA. Yes, we have far too much attachment to inanimate objects. Stupid monkey!

[Sami Khalil]

I like the ending the most.

[C.R.Turner]

Me too!! Thanks Sami!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.
:)