and one day you come back <br />home and all of them rejoice <br />for a soul that was lost and <br />now found, a feast is held <br />and some streamers hang <br />on rope twines and flowers <br />adorn some pillars and walls <br /> <br />smiles are exchanged turning <br />to heavy laughter and a series <br />of embraces from old arms <br />to the newer ones, you shed <br />some tears of joy and you <br />look at every nook and road <br />and even the rooms and <br />stairs over the farm and the <br />old village horizon, trees and <br />shrubs and garden grass, <br /> <br />you weigh which changed <br />most: is it the place or the <br />self? is it you or them? <br />less the drama, and the <br />excitement, i look at you <br />and tell you: things of the <br />heart remain exactly what <br />they are. Love is contained.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-back-home-one-day-from-a-foreign-land/
