New Country

New Country

The language is strange to my ears,

but I know it.

Its cadence settles into my soul,

filling every space.

The food is hot on my tender palate,

but I eat, ravenous.

The meal satisfies like no other before.

The streets wind and twist,

but each turn is familiar,

holding the promise of new adventure.

The single soul that I encounter,

recognizes my soul,

returning at last, to this new country