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.