Roots

 

I got off the 6:15 flight from JFK
Found that all my baggage had been waylaid
Though, waiting all alone in Terminal 2A
I had a feeling that I'd finally got away.

 

But then, an odd thought dawned...
I'd left my heart, my life back home.
And though I'd come a far way along
I realized, I hadn't really moved on.

 

Now I walk to work each day
Strange actors around, in this strange stage play
I miss my family and my friends
Back up into my shell, a sorry deadend...

 

I find comfort in a portal of flashing memories
Of pseudo-philosophical talks in a haze of volatile spirits;
The trials and tribulations of broken & mended friendships
Of moments of beautiful kinship,
Angst, love and hate...and that failed courtship...

 

The hollow feeling persists as days pass uncounted
I cling on to my memories, fervently besotted
My comfort & salvation, as I plod undaunted
Taking root, but forever alienated.