Coming Home

Tho it hasn't really been 'home' in 20 years. But last night when I flew in, that tropical wind blew my heart wide open. It's never long enough, the way I buzz in and out, reveling in the silk scarf air, wrapping it around myself. Then the rain explodes not in a torrent but gently like confetti. Welcome home, it says, stay, stay. Here's a place for you. Put your feet in the sand, turn your face up, inhale the sky, the sun, the whole atmosphere until the hungry edge of outer space devours you as you devour it, and you are completely gone. Complete.