Homesick

“I used to think it was mere homesickness, then I started getting it at home.”

― John Lennon

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home sick

heart sick

soul sick

it is such a strange place

palm trees

thunderstorms

humidity

and flat, so flat

infested with water

everywhere

I am not home

I am clearly not home

and my heart aches

for brilliant blue

and white peaks

green upon green

fir upon pine

some of us

are terminally homesick

never quite settled

never quite in a place where we are

settled

at home

and yet

and yet

we are always at home

in the Sacred

always who and what

and where

we are supposed to be

believe it