Christina Zastrow

The Long Way Home

Look… I never promised I’m a great poet, but sometimes I write poetry to help ground me in a specific moment.

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The heat here sinks in

Makes itself at home

In the States our over cooled

Over processed air

Forces the heat to be a stranger

Unwelcome.

Uncomfortable.

Here there is no choice but to embrace it, welcome it home.

Revel in the body cooling itself.

Relax.

Listen to the call of cicadas,

The croak of the frog.

Be enticed by Chinese music, pulsing unfamiliar and yet comforting,

And the lull of traffic.

The smell of fuel and Chinese food, fried chicken and something undefined

Unfamiliar.

Let it all soak in

Understand nothing you hear

And everything you savor.

Close your eyes and find yourself in the sound and the feel.

Find yourself at home in this strange place and wonder if home has always been inside.

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Author: Christina Zastrow

Somewhere along my way through life, I managed to lose sight of myself. Then when my first long term relationship fell apart I found myself homeless, unemployed, and without family or support system. I decided it was time to find my way home, back to myself. This is my journey.

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