A month away from these whirring computers
and the delight of my own bed
made me miss a home I never thought I had.
The wind and sand of that far off place
made me realise how singular, how unique,
my own sands were.
I met place after place that was like my own,
but ultimately I knew that none were home.
And now I am here, I am home;
I have a book at my hands
and a brother to my left
and family just down the street.
And while most of me is happy,
that one part remains…
The family I learned I had in another place,
another land,
makes me miss a second home
I never thought I had.

© Blake Leitch July 13, 2015