I had this feeling
once when I first flew
like a bird
to explore the world
and I came back to
the place I call home

I felt that I could only travel
when returning somewhere afterwards,
not somewhere - return to
the place I call home

I realised that I could only
call it home after having been away,
and that this feeling intensified
the longer I was surrounded by the foreign
before finding my way back to
the place I call home

but only now do I notice
how lucky I am
to have a place
I can call
home