Immigrant days:
feeling I don’t belong,
forgetting that
great beauty
is often alien.
Unlike the god Proteus
who changed at will,
I cling to a vanished
personal form,
yet knowing
that we are all transplants
who must adapt.
God, did I need this today. Bless you.
ReplyDeleteAh, the beauty of diversity, and the ability to adapt without losing one's identity. Your poem and photograph shows this well.
ReplyDeleteThanks Scott and Cynthia...glad this post touched you. Much appreciated!!
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