Musings of a Wordsmith - 27. Chapter 27: si tu

A garden between home and road,
a street with the name of a teacher.
A high school with a splash of philosophy,
a school afterwards with a new language.
An apartment on the riverside,
a small house on a lucky island.
A dark studio in the big city,
a big one in a happy town,
a smaller one later on, another one.
A place shared with family,
exile, new place in historical setting.
Back to the city with another language,
new place, new family, then a second exile.
A house on the beach, lonely, seeking,
at last, my new home in the mountains.
Already sixty years young,
sixty years lived, feared, dreamt of.
Sixty years to spread my wings,
sixty memories which finally
stopped being a burden, they are energy.