Migrant

The winged explorer,
The sky-migrant,
The global glider
The borderless flyer
The bird 
Tell me, 
Do you look back
To your first nest,
To your first branch,
To your first tree?
Do you only fly onward,
Do you only move forward,
Never glance backward,
Never sigh,
Just fly high?

Me too, a migrant,
Between cities,
Between tongues,
Between thoughts,
Between my origin
And final destination,
 Here and now, on earth,
Only pursuing 
Peace is worth, 
I perch for a while,
I just have one lifetime,
So, I search for peace,
From mile to mile,
And ultimately realise 
Peace itself perches
In my heart and my smile.