MISSING HOME

Homesickness is a deep heartache, even

though you no longer know where home is.

Home is an existence of another kind —

once lost, it can’t be recovered

except in your thought and memory.

The swirling leaves can make one sad,

but you are used to the late autumn scene.

The trees will sprout green next spring.

There’s no need to feel so blue now.

Nowadays so many homes rise in your mind,

all in places you have never been.

Your dreams of the future and your longing

for the past are nothing but fantasies

of how to stop being a stranded traveler.