away from the island
feeling that no house is home,
only the cool air
light through trees
wind from the sea

so many moves,
my house is still a stranger.
travelling, I am homesick,
but no house is home

in transit my mind turns from frames
wood & stone abandoned
the island steps up.
the sand flows in,
I hold the cool dark dirt
suspended in my heart.

When no house is home,
I am called, all the more
by the blue, by the green
the earth
home is sweetest

Feb ’10 – Chado


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