I thought I was a nomad drifting along

with the sands of time

pitching makeshift tents

where I rested awhile.

I had one in my mother’s arms

and my brother’s side

one lost forever

another across oceans wide.

One lies in my partner’s smile

and my daughter’s embrace

late night conversations

with friends, endless cups of chai.

But one day I realized

my tents had taken roots

and created an Eden

filled with fragrant hues.

I thought I was a nomad

but I was a honeybee

for I now have gardens

that always welcome me.