Come and help me remember my country,
A land in memory
My home long ago
Surrounded by the sea
With jagged low mountains and rivers
With thundering cliffs and muddy shores.
I want to sing for my home in my heart
Here in the hills of Berkshire
Shrouded in morning dew
And lullabies as the night climbs up its sides.
I want to hear you sing along
For I want to hear your words
Your heart beat
For I’m new here.
I don’t find words equivalent to the old nuances in my memory
In this new land
My crumbled memory casts shadows of reshaped images
And it’s foreign to me.
Come and sing with me
For I need friends
Telling me that the difference in time and distance
Is only in metrics not in humanity.
The Year of Dog
Revised in 2019