Perhaps the heterographic motif of my life
The thread that weaves through the personal
The political
And the poetic
Creating a fabric that is whole
But with room for more layers.
The much awaited gain of a permanency of sorts
That was expected to send me flying
With a passport to travel far and wide
Has been strangely grounding
In work, life and love
I am embracing the bond to the here and now
To routine and uncertainty.
Yet there is the tug of the past
And the grief that it is being replaced
With an imperfect present
And with routes that long for redemption
Not just of the flawed self
But also of a legacy in need of renewal
So the new fabric can breathe.
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