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