tall tales and all

Fiction

Poetry

A Tale of Exile

Literary Monuments

Thotlines

Audience Response

I'm coming home because the rain is blinding my eyes

I'm coming home because a stone is stuck in my throat

I'm coming home because the wind has stolen my dreams

I'm coming home because my suitcase has never been unpacked

I'm coming home because the doors have come slamming in my face

I'm coming home because my spirit refused to follow my body into exile

I'm coming home because the roads of my learning have converged at the edge

I'm coming home because my mind's wonderings still walk the alleys of memories

Memories of home

Memories of friends

Memories of what was

Memories of what could have been

Memories that cling and refuse to let go

I'm coming home because in exile,

I do not exist.

Mkawasi Mcharo Hall
© mkmc 3apr2002 middletown, ny