sometimes I miss things
moments from the other place
they slip through my mind
leave an ache as they pass
details from another land
leaves, sunshine, berries
wide open spaces
no looming walls
snow, lefsa, winter coats
Christmas with family
zipping to Target
frozen toes…
this makes me wonder…
I already love two places
one filled with mangoes
one filled with my beginnings
can I learn to love a third?
