first winter light ...
the snake of my desire
for the past
lies coiled around
the base of my spine
an immigrant
living on the winter land
of nostalgia:
the past is my home
although it’s lost
I hear
the siren singing
Home, Sweet Home ...
a part of me
jumps off the cliff
Chinese New Year
on the TV screen ...
I whisper of home
in a voice
now foreign to me
NeverEnding Story, March 20, 2015
A Room of My Own: Promised Land Tanka
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*Re-Homing in the Maple Land*, XXXVIII
in this promised land
my immigrant life compressed
to hard working
and light sleeping between jobs ...
fresh morning...