Away

My plump nose does feel so keenly
the loss of homely tattling scents;

My awkward ears do yearn for
the spicy sounds of my occident;

My eyes, the childish flitty ones,
take solace under their veil;

imagining another now in a place known,
imagining another place in a now known.

But the ether and echoes do slip
leading an unfulfilled mirage astray;

A ship that set sail,
never to come ashore;

Still stranded in waters where past and present mingle,

where home and foreign remain both distant horizons.