I found home far from my birthplace,
but at night my dreams remind me:
I see them, Mom and Dad and their home
at one with the landscape I now call my own
and in daylight reality I know
that my dream is more true than the maps which show
the distance between my home, their home.
Dreams evaporate the miles
and place upon the self-same soil
the place now my own,
the place I was born,
my mom, my dad, our home.
[March 18, 1997]