February 16, 2018

The Acorean Islands wait patiently for me
I, tired and worn
wrap myself in my memory of them
as I sit in the departure lounge
of a Canadian airport.
Winter has superseded my Canadianess

I am a two-hearted being by birth
My human molecules a colliding diaspora
straddle across an ocean
At this moment
My Acoreaness hungers for the rise and fall
Of Atlantic waves.

My two solitudes
tempered in another place of human duality
embrace the difference with abandon
across the cultural landscape
Like a Cairn Terrier on rocks

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