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Strange Land

By John I. Blair

To be the landís,
To feel the rightness in every smell and sight and sound,
Is my desire and my need.
Not to be rootless,
Torn and withered by day-to-day demands.

But I am still a stranger here,
Moved and moving, dislocated,
Never able to rest, to know, to nest.
Have I lost the eyes to see, to accept?
Can I come home again?
Can I achieve by will the feel of home
That once I knew by heart?

I shall look beyond the dust and locusts,
The sense of emptiness and change upon this present place;
I shall make them so a part of me
That I can slip by stealth into this landís embrace.

John I. Blair 1978

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