Going Home

Her rivers pulsate in the veins of my mind,

her desert's wilderness on my skin.

Her land a piece of my narrative,

she thunders in the echoes of my thoughts,

in the geography of my being.

The soundtrack of childhood,

hopscotched into the present.

My roots tangled

with blurred lines

of self,

of quest,

of devotion.

Recently I went back to my birthplace of Israel. I was delighted and whole to be there,

to bathe in her beauty and to be with family that I love.