I now hear myself talking

To myself ever so often,

And find myself seeing

Everything with a sight softened

My environ now has many

Newly discovered sounds,

No longer do small things

Recede into the background

With a deep intense awareness

Do I unknowingly look and find

Something precious and new

In routine things that were a grind

Driving past the earthy chaos

Of vegetable markets once ignored

I see them through your eyes

Finding a quaintness that can be adored

Tribal dances till now oft overlooked  

Now draw and beckon me to view

And I find myself enchanted

With an avid interest renewed

I sit lost in a crowded food court

Watching families hustle in the noise

And in their earthy native faces

I find plenty in which you will rejoice

I know my homeland may now never

Again feel like my home alone

For in my mind I now dress her up

So that someday she may be yours…

~Horizon~

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