Going Home
ix - The One Place

A Poem by Alma A. Hromic


Home. The one, the only place
where the true umbilical of your soul
is to a womb of ancient birth attached still, and always.

Live in places that are foreign,
alien, difficult to understand,
full of people who do not speak your tongue

or comprehend the shape of your dreams;
live in places where you do not recognise
the colour of the soil, or the shape

of the things that grow in it, where a marketplace
is an adventure filled with odd,
mysterious fruit offered to you by strangers' hands;

live hearing yourself speak an exotic language
shaping the words you are saying
with an accent that will never leave your voice;

live knowing that you have chosen something
and that some steps take no retracing,
that you live always with that choice.

But know that you will always find
that it is somewhere else
in some mystical lost land that you belong.

Look up — how blue is your sky? Do you recognise
the heaven that arched over the place
where you took your first steps on this Earth?

Live under alien skies — but the sky of your birth
is eternally the unique shade reflected in your child's eye —
and the memory is strong.


[Ed. Note: Ninth part of a 10-part poem. « Beginning | « Previous | Next »]

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Alma Hromic, the author with R. A. Deckert of Letters from the Fire, was born in Novi Sad, Yugoslavia. Trained as a microbiologist, she spent some years running a scientific journal, and later worked as an editor for an international educational publisher. Her own publishing record includes her autobiography, Houses in Africa, The Dolphin's Daughter and Other Stories, a bestselling book of three fables published by Longman UK in 1995, as well as numerous pieces of short fiction and non-fiction. Her last novel, the first volume of a fantasy series, Changer of Days: The Oracle, was published in September 2001 by Harper Collins. Hromic is an essential member of Swans. She maintains her own Web site (with Deck Deckert) where she provides information about her work and the professional services she offers: ButterknifeBooks.com

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Published September 9, 2002
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