Home To Ireland

I've never been to Ireland— never seen the patchwork landscape spreading, green, through a hazy sunlight. Gray oceans crashing on rocky shores, craggy mountains climbing toward billowing skies— I have never seen. But the blood that now courses through me has fed the hearts of Irish men and women. They have spoken in the sing-song Gaelic tongue and danced to raucous, rhythmic tunes in a country pub. Their eyes have scanned the clovered fields, and they have savored the salted vapor of the Irish sea. Perhaps one day I will travel so far and visit the storied land of my ancestors. And when I see those emerald fields and taste the salty breeze, I will know that I am home.