Immigrant's Story
What one gives,
in order to get
is the familiar.
Trees, landscapes and
childhood haunts, rituals
and celebrations,
and also enemies, misery
and deep misfortune,
all have a familiar
resonance that is lost
when one takes up a
new residence
in a new land.
As the familiar recedes
into the past,
all these things
become part of a nostalgic
fog,
a romance, lost to chance
remembrance,
of each following
generation.
And even as you try
to tell how it was,
and what brought you
to your new land,
to your grandchildren
or to friends, you realize
how faulty,
how selective is
memory,
and how, indeed,
you have changed.
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