In the perpetual motion <br />Of the long journey <br />The known took on unknown hues <br />The distance gave them a new light <br />The familiar turned strange <br />The strange looked familiar <br />Eyes picked patterns <br />In the parade of the still <br />The home drew nearer <br />The farther we went <br />Seemed not a place <br />That stayed back <br />The trees were trees <br />We had seen and not seen <br />Reaching for the skyline <br />Though pretending to be rooted <br />Flying away with the birds <br />Borne by the wind <br />Travelling in their own ways <br />Farther and farther away <br />Knowing rootedness could be death <br />Perhaps, like us wanting to be <br />Rootless and rooted, both at once <br />Wanting the rootlessness <br />Of the feet leaving town <br />Wanting as much the feet turning back<br /><br />Prabhakar Subramaniam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rootlessness/
