my feet in my shoes
the breeze on my skin
the colors of the flowers
and the leaves
the pretty women
and the red blouse she is wearing
the sight of a child with his parent
seeing the whole
as well as the pieces
the textures
rough, smooth, shiny
hearing the bird in the tree
the cars in the street
whatever the wind brings
salty water
my food
the taste of blueberries in milk
and the right mango
and spicy food
and miso soup
and wild herbs
and feeling
the breeze on my skin
I am home