homesick

I live in a land not my own. In a place where I don’t belong, but to live and work for a time. In a land where the customs and rituals make no sense. Where the people have different ideals and desires than i. I do not understand these people. I live among them but do not live as they do. I tell them stories of the land I long for, and I see it sometimes sparks longing in their own eyes. My heart abides in another land. i long with indescribable longing for my own land, the one where I belong. I know that I will see it soon, and that knowledge is enough to comfort me. But for now I sojourn in this foreign land.