The Immigrant

I had a dream.

I traveled so far from home,

where sights and smells

had comforted my safety,

and gave me sweet memories

that fed sweet dreams,

and I could breathe

a deep sigh of contentment.

But here, now so far

from the familiar smells

and sounds

which comforted my safety,

I am torn,

a fish out of water,

gasping for the sunshine

which always warmed my bones

and gave me solace,

and a reason to smile.

New words,

new ideas,

new ways of being human,

a culture apart,

a language unthought,

a people not yet familiar,

but waiting for me

to become a part of the people

I at first feared.

I came here to live a better life.

I will not waste it.

I will adapt.

I will survive.

And I will contribute

to this wonderful nation

with my life

and with my progeny.