random emails
evening/ weekend phone calls -
pieces of family scattered
across cities/ nations
bodies of water

my mind perplexed
my heart fragmented
don't know what to call
"back home" any more

i travel to ottawa
and crave the sushi of toronto
when i'm in t.o. i reminisce
of the capital's scenery

yet neither can really fill me

so in my mind's eye
i take myself back into dream
of running on a coast
that doesn't end
and waves that crash
without ceasing
i take mayaro into my arms
squeezing it
breeze hitting my face
through the car window
in the evening
rain dancing on the galvanize all night

yet i realize i end up
trying to keep in touch
with what i left behind once more