Homecoming

For years I've dreamed of coming home
to Cornwall, place where I was born.
Nowhere, I am both overcome
and quite at peace. those things foresworn
to live in cities, beautiful and wild,
delight and slot back into place
to that self I was as a child.
I know this sand, wind on my face,
the turquoise and the pewter moods
of this west country sea. Red earth alludes
to patchwork fields of memory.
Dear God, what fate caused me to stray?
Now here, how can I go away?

Dorothy Pope