Nomad

BY DANA AL RASHID

Illustration courtesy of Dana Al Rashid.

Home is

A cozy old shoe

That sock with a hole

The smell of Friday

And slumber till noon

It's my reflection in your eyes

In a world that spits me out

It's fond memories that fondle me

When forced into quarantine

My fate is that of a nomad

So I carry my shell 

An empire on my back

I leave a trail behind

Crumbs of memory

I follow back fragments

Atlantis is no longer there

I envy that aging tree

I wish my roots could anchor me that deep

I wish I could trade my chain mail 

For a pair of PJ's 

I wish memories didn't go extinct

Petrified into fossils

I wish my Persian carpet wouldn't be swept under my feet

Ever so often

But till then,

I shall find home 

In my worn out shoe

And the hole in my sock

And maybe in your eyes

If you won't vanish on me

Dana Al Rashid is a writer and artist (http://behance.net/dana_alrashid)  from Kuwait. She writes in Al Jarida newspaper and has also published English poems and articles in various magazines, often times illustrated. (Examples include Unootha, Sekka Magazine, Sail magazine, Jaffat El Aqlam, and many others).  In her blog: “Reflecting Moon”, more intimate poetry and articles can be found.