Coming Home

Day 18

My Street Japan. DAY 18. Tammy T. Stone

Aren’t we all looking
for the same things?
To stand, facing sun
streaming down on
our faces – one face
like the sand dune
before fearsome wind
spreads and scatters
us and we don’t know
how to make our
gracious landing.
Aren’t we all looking
to land softly, gently,
with a hand to hold
and a loving home
to come home to? – TS