How seamlessly my breathing slows.
How naturally I eat with my hands,
my fingers enjoying the texture & warmth-
a few weeks freedom from the hard metal cutlery
we use to take the place of our hands,
of ourselves.
How easily I boil water to cool & drink,
and pour steaming water from the kettle
into my bucket to bath.
How easily I tilt my speech to bend to your accent,
my effort to shorten the distance between us,
As we now sit and smile
face to face,
Where just hours before the gap was an ocean.
How easily this feels home.
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