And Yet

It hasn’t easy being back from Southeast Asia. I’m not sure of all the reasons. Some have to do with Jet Lag, the millions of hours it took to return. And then there’s snow. We are trying to put together what we saw with what we know.

And Yet

I love words
so many of them
and yet (I don’t like
the words And Yet
though they seem appropriate)
when it comes time
to saying something
important to describing
a feeling to telling you
what we were looking for
when we were away
what part of ourselves
was lost, and then
what we found
funny to find
yourself somewhere
93 million other
people all strangers
a place you don’t
belong where you don’t know
anyone don’t speak the language
I belong right here
in my familiar room
my bedroom my office painted
color of Dentyne
view of the conical turret
where Margaret Meade worked
And Yet.

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