Dust

Abstract

When you leave your home country, usually, you do not miss the country itself but the sense of belonging that being from somewhere grants you. Every immigrant knows intimately this particular yearning — even if you would not necessarily return to your “origin galaxy” you cannot help imagining what things could have been had certain circumstances had just been different. Should we go back to the beginning, before any devastation took place in our home countries? Or do we allow ourselves to think of all the possibilities that the future could bring, like a new country to belong to or even a stable homeland? In this sense, imagining what the future could be is a way of remembering what we once had, and lost.

Keywords

• Poetry
• Poem
• Cosmic
• Space
• Home
• Belonging