Home Secrets
When you live in a place long enough, you learn its secret language
You know when the wind smells like rain
You know which season arrives with the throb of drums
You know the taste of Ale-8 with your ribeye sandwich
You know time marked by the shadow on the mountains
When you touch home on a map, you know what it feels like
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Mm! Love this connection of sense to home. “secret language” clever!
I was inspired by the Gullah language and a virtual visit to Savannah, GA.
The repetition of “you know…” works so well in this poem about that no place like home.
Thank you, I loved the rhythm of it too
I love these lines Deanna—and especially “You know time marked by the shadow on the mountains”
This poem makes me smile!
Thank you