Walk a mile

Ties of Blood and Water

I carved myself a niche
in a corner of this concrete jungle
and called it home,
filling it with sentimental treasures
and newly minted loved ones.

But it wasn't home.

Home was a far flung land
bathed in sunshine (and cloud)
where life meandered
along gravel roads
and nature battled
for supremacy and
often won.

The amplified roar
of the rat race
drowns out cries
born of homesickness
but cannot cut the
ties of blood and water.


Free verse. Written 23 February 2016.

Second place in "Invalid Item"  (February 2016)
Honourable mention in the "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest"  (March 2016)