IN A FOREIGN LAND
If I stayed too long
would that matter here?
Dust from sandals worn
wears off like sand
Time I spend alone
worlds that collide sometimes
hours can seem like galaxies
and stars can seem like rhymes
I'm here; I will the power of my hand
My foot; it raises in this foreign land
No, there's no tigers here
judgements we all make
questions pile up like boulders
and answers remain still, like lakes
Trying to reach you there
messages from this new home
bounce off satellites
above where the wild creatures roam
You won't see my tears; you cannot understand
I'm changing lives within this foreign land
Words I write too much
come from a crowded mind
flow from this wounded hand
7 hours later than 'your time'
Humble fire made
bricks to warm my pans
metaphors abound everywhere
and no one else understands
Jared Goldsmith
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