My apologies for not being consistent about my posts! Truth be told, I haven't written or created any art in some time; so, instead, I will share a poem I wrote when I first moved to Chicago last August. I was walking through Lincoln Park in the afternoon, feeling homesick and keeping to the shade, when I, just for a few moments, felt like my senses were on fire. All the sounds in the park were magnified, the path on which I was walking got brighter, and I got such a strange heady feeling that I sat down on the nearest bench. Here's what came of it: ~Home~ In a new place, I find remnants of my home. Humid, warm air soaks my armpits and my brow as I walk in a shady park. The crickets and cicadas cry out tirelessly, "We are! We are!" We are life. We are beauty. We are one. Miraculous trees in Urban outer space ground me To the earth, root me In place I am home wherever I find my memories. I am home. ~Poonam Desai (8/16/2010) Lincoln Park/ Urban Oa
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