You can never go back
back to before;
back to normal;
back to home.

You leave yourself in small pieces
with places;
with people;
with cultures.

You are never whole- There is
a memory;
a feeling;
a flashback.
Unexpected- beautiful and tragic.
A reminder of the missing pieces.

You can never go back.
back to before;
back to normal;
back to home.

Home is a changing place
a bus seat in Vietnam;
a ferry in Hong Kong;
a crowded rickshaw in India.

Movement becomes home
the never sleeping pulse of a city;
the meander of a village;
the flow of water.

You can never go back.