Lost and Found

ImageIn this body of evidence no stone is left unturned,

searching for clues left behind by
an abandoned past.

Memory is like that,
dusting the corners in search of a word
dislodged by the wind and rain.

In the crowd of strangers
I look for the face of a friend
to find my place.

It is in the unfamiliar that the familial is found.
I had to go far away
to see what was close at hand.

If not found by day,
I listened to the dream in the night,
for only in this body, the soul is found.

Andrew Norton, Provence, July 2013
“My country is in my soul” Marc Chagall


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