31
Immigrant
by Neth Brown
Standing in lake of houses
Pale grey and still
Shouting hello
Only I can hear me
My culture is a vase
Alien to another alien
We exchange both
Awe and horror
Their water-wash sky
And tumultuous weather
There is no metronome
Dog barks are the same
Birds still break morning
Which is the same slow
Flood of new light
Laughter like cool wind
Rodent bones and branches
I can wrap in my flag
And pretend
Which eases my heart
Soon I'll look for a
Home sweet home sign
But they are all in English.