Where is home?

Listen

airplane on stand

 

Where is home?

Books read, hagelslag bought, cards, mostly

written, and some even sent.

I’ve been Home away from Home

Meaningful conversations,

In my own tongue,

feeling right, not wrong.

 Yet still not a perfect fit.

I’ve been Home away from Home

Lost track of time, barely remember

what day it is, what time.

No rhythm, no season

and no belonging.

Lost, for awhile, just

Home away from Home

And now I’m back, the clock,

the diary open, appointments to keep.

The familiar, in the unfamiliar,

What’s open and what’s closed

to me, to my stranger-ness.

Planning, doing, done.

Life as usual, and yet, and yet,

I find myself longing

For my other Home – away from this Home

And I wonder for the thousandth time, where IS home?

November 1989 – Schiphol, Copyright Lysanne Sizoo

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