When I arrived in Brazil  

There were signs that said I was meant to be

Here

An immense feeling of deja vu in Mangabeiras Park

Tangled vines I had seen in my dreams

And other portents long forgotten



Now I understand those dreams were

Landing beacons

Welcoming me to familiar foreign grounds

A long-lost wanderer

In strange armor overgrown

Barely recognizable



They beckoned me to land



I consulted my charts  

They declared hardships

But hinted at wonders

So I stayed, I stayed, I stayed



Time has since stripped away my armor



No longer wandering,  

I am finally home