Homesick

Among the tropics surrounded by ethereal beauty

People bustling about on a sandy beach,

laughter and the ocean’s song crowd the air,

A thought wades in the shallows of my mind,

Always peeking above the waterline,

never out of view.

I could be carving mountains in the alps,

Feeling the icy breeze graze my skin.

Adrenaline coursing through my veins,

as powdered snow billows with each movement,

and still never escape that feeling.

If I were watching the bulls fight in the Azores,

Women in floral patterns dancing in the streets,

To the rhythm of Fado, blessing the night,

with their majestic step,

And the local wine blurring my vision,

I would still find that thought penetrating the haze.

Because wherever life might take me,

no matter how subtle or extravagant,

It always leads me back to you,

Where home is anywhere,

as long as you’re there.

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