Homecoming

The proceeding poem is the format I chose to share this intense emotion of excitement with you on receiving the opportunity to go to France!

Homecoming

(Funny enough while writing this, a song that I love was playing on the radio. I suggest you play it while the poem is being recited.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZXjuka1VYI&feature=related


As feet descended upon earth,
Frenzied thoughts gushed internally,
Homecoming?

I was adopted not by my mother tongue
But by another one almost nearly 150 months ago.
She taught me how to express myself differently
With dignity and pure ecstasy, linguistically.

She opened up to me a world scarcely unearth by my fellow islanders
Never had I been to her home,
Dreams though slipped into reality, finally!

From tomes of consumed pages
Came an understanding of how they dress,
How they articulate, how they are recognized,
How they’ve colonized, ostracize, alphabetize

Others on site may or may not notice,
But I am like them? Right?
No second guessing!
You are.

No passport though, does that dictate my me?
I could probably expatiate theoretically the lingua franca
Or even better the literature, the food, I’ve an idea.
Lost, if I were, my words could compass me to desired destinations.

Tingly inside, I eaves drop tête-a-têtes ,
Listening and laughing
Learned I did, so hence.

I live in the light presently,
German worlds darken my light,
Because I don’t have their light,
here shines brightly My light
I have sight, from my tongue and lips and vocal chords et al

The people love me,
I do as well, since I met mom so long ago.
My navel string reconnects to the earth,
I’m home,

Finally.