When you’re away from home, what person, thing, or place do you miss the most?
The sunlight striking the water rushing towards me
The slender leaves of the neem tree swaying lightly
The breeze whispering gently about spectacular sunsets
The ugly white house in the middle of all this beauty.
In the water always flowing gently to meet me,
I lost myself again and again, in every wave.
With the blue sky peering behind the coconuts,
I gaze up, my mind neither happy nor sad
Just alive, just there, just at home.