my soul has two homes
rear row, new routes
sole destination
but my soul has two homes
miles away though the journey dawned
now I ride home
built by dreams and love
shifting seasons in window panes
I watch mesmerized
in transit for the daily grind
four glorious phases
captured in frames
shared with loved ones living in foreign terrains
swaying neighborhood sycamores, oaks, and cottonwoods
summon up childhood
swinging banyans and climbing mango wood
shades, sights, smells, alien once
a home not quite like home
but a home where I belong