Time spent away from home
Exploring foreign terrain
Elicits subtle nostalgia
Fondness for beloved abode.
Surreptitiously it brews
Percolating in our chest.
Into well-kept memories we delve;
Ourselves we double-guess.
“How does it all look again?”
“What resembles the ecological puzzle of Oz?”
Our memories recall pieces
Tessellating divinely as myths to Gods.
Blue hues, which ebb and flow Pacifically
Sand oh-so yellow, not so pebbly.
Evergreen eucalyptus trees
Speckled, Stringybark, sometimes papery.
Flowering gumnut clusters,
Flora and Fauna found only in Australia.
Astral constellations beneath which we slumber
Our great southern home there is no other.
It’s a knowing speculation-
Memories are tucked away
Waiting to be awakened.
And so long as expats continue to roam
We soothe ourselves with romantic memoirs of home.