Homeland
searching and searching
silence and fingerprints
From Ikuno to Ikebukuro
by airplane to America
landed in the Plorida bubble
tiptoeing and tiptoeing
“Praise the Lord”
No sir, I didn’t break it
I was pushed out
by the Holy Spirit
driving and driving
tunnel after tunnel,
glass and concrete towering over
U-Haul trailer giggling behind
“What have you done”
shlepping and shlepping
in the heat, blizzard, nor’easter
one hive after another
“if you can make it here,
you can make it anywhere”
dragging and dragging my
red suitcase and womanhood
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at the Greyhound stop in Jacksonville
the man with an icy glare
“Your papers, please”
drifting and drifting
void, my Zainichi spirit
left me, too afraid
first time in my life
Only flesh barely breathing
shackled and cuffed
off to the Miami resort
from a pile of used shoes
from a pile of used sweats
I was found, finally
shlepping and shlepping
in the heat, blizzard, nor’easter
one hive after another
“if you can make it here,
YOU can make it ANYWHERE”
searching and searching
paperwork and fingerprints
“Raise your right hand”
Mission accomplished
Homeland I am.
