by Richard Vince
This place is still in my bones and
In the soles of my feet, even though
My heart has long been elsewhere.
After so much has changed, it is
Comforting to know that some things
Are right where I left them: my old
Instinct has not aged everywhere,
And the part of my heart that has
Never grown up can still be
And yet, there is so much that is
New to me even though it was
Always there. It seems that,
In all those years of calling the place
Home, I barely scratched the surface.
With distance and age comes
A new perspective: my eyes widen
Like a child’s as I discover
How much there is to discover,
As I finally see how much there is
Still to see.
Perhaps that is why this place
Will always be part of me:
I knew I would never run out
Of it, so I took some away with me
To ensure I could never forget.
Some days, it sings to me, calling me
Home as though I have forgotten
Where my home is now. Even after
All these years, I still know the words.
Posted on 12/26/2018
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