"You don’t really know how attached you are until you move away, until you’ve experienced what it means to be dislodged, a cork floating on the ocean of another place."
Michelle Obama



Home is

The present reigned supreme
           Like the shallow floods over the gutters
Over the raw paths where we had been,
            The house with the shutters.
Too strange the sudden change
            Of the times we buried when we left
The times before we had properly arranged
            The memories that we kept.
Our sapless roots have fed
            The wind-swept seedlings of another age.
Luxuriant weeds have grown where we led
The Virgins to the water’s edge.
There at the edge of the town
            Just by the burial ground
Stands the house without a shadow
            Lived in by new skeletons. That is all that is left
            To greet us on the home-coming
After we have paced the world
            And longed for returning.


The present reigned supreme
           Like the shallow floods over the gutters
Over the raw paths where we had been,
            The house with the shutters.
Too strange the sudden change
            Of the times we buried when we left
The times before we had properly arranged
            The memories that we kept.
Our sapless roots have fed
            The wind-swept seedlings of another age.
Luxuriant weeds have grown where we led
The Virgins to the water’s edge.
There at the edge of the town
            Just by the burial ground
Stands the house without a shadow
            Lived in by new skeletons. That is all that is left
            To greet us on the home-coming
After we have paced the world
            And longed for returning.

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