Wandering Thoughts

Wandering thoughts

I’ve become familiar with foreign sounds
Foreign spaces
Ears accustomed to the unknown

I’ve been lost in language
Caught up in cobblestones
On muddy rust roads
Under full, fanning palm trees

Parts have been broken, bitten, bruised
Stung on crystal coasts
Cracked on coy ice
Roughed up by rapids

I’ve become familiar with passing pain
Foreign cures
Stomach strengthening with each healing wound

I’ve become familiar with uncertainty
Foreign sites
Eyes staring at my strange stature

Etranger
Wayook
Farang
Foreigner

I’ve become familiar with constant changes
Foreign love
Heart yearning for something rugged and real

In the towering frosted alps
In the humid coastal chaos
In the concrete technological maze
I called this home

For I’ve been lost in language
Parts have been broken, bitten, bruised
And yet
Even if fleeting
I called this home

Spring changes

Spring is in full swing here in Korea and got me feeling inspired apparently. Happy Friday all!

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