#MyHome

There’s no beach around
Where I’d spend my time being next to sunsets
No river around
Where I’d go fishing at dusk
But there are trees
That give me relief from the scorching sun
And a great feeling on every perfect fall morning
With their leaves dropping in a swirl
Accompanied by a smell
And earthiness of a forest after rainfall
Both oak
And pine
And larch
Some with narrow leaves
That look like green pens
Ready to work on some poetry on paper
Others with broad leaves
Painted with words
Like billboards on the streets of Nairobi
I find them so close
Like they are hanging above my bed
I enjoy watching them
Like they are dancing at my door
With wind swaying them
Making them look like they are zooming in towards my window
With a breeze
As if am inviting it to my living room
The living room to my house
My home
That’s the extension of me
My home,
That’s good for my soul.

Author: sander_ochy

I am a journalist, a poet, a spoken word artist, a writer, and performer. Life is all I write about. #Freeverse254

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