When the distance is too great…

decades and continents separate us
your grip has never loosened

I smell the dampness of the rainforest
the salt of the beach
the orchid mist of the mountains
the fecundity of mud between my toes

the sounds of exotic birds
indistinguishable from laughter
brown eyes smiling
open palms welcoming
singing for joy to a rhythm both strange and inviting

matched my heart beat.

and I ache for a place that was never really home
and a people who were never really mine.

The flag of Papua New Guinea.

The flag of Papua New Guinea.


One thought on “When the distance is too great…

  1. planted oak says:

    beautiful. home that was never really home. so hard sometimes. –k.


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