Home

I traveled with our love Down the Nile 4,132 miles to be exact A sack of cindered clichés and wilting promises I searched for Home in my dazed devotion.

In a past life I carried it Across the Sahara Wrapping it in worn rags so the bandits would leave me be Tugging it as I journeyed across the whispering corridors of Omdurman Until I was home again.

Mama’s eyes become darts that greet me At the doorway When she asks What are you holding?

With eyes singing songs of burden I tell her it is our Love

What then have you carried for yourself? She asks

That is when I found

A love within A Home within.