Coming Home

Home again
My stomach complains.
I fast on the intensity of flavors.
Satisfied to stir-fry crisp vegetables.
Not to remove knowledge
But to cleanse the senses.
Home again
I absorb the quiet.
Revisit moments
I sit in my brown chair,
And rest. A clear mind,
My home receives me
I nestled with the new
Changed, I’m still me.
Home again.

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