Nostalgia

Nostalgia

I love this land for its plentiful sunlight,
long Nordic winter nights depress me
it has a brooding violence within.

I love this land because I do not understand
the language and is not expected to partake
in chit chat (never was a great talker)

I love this land they are so kind, now that
they know my silence is harmless and I need
not perform an act, only smile.

I love my valley, in this land, it’s modest and
has olive and almond tree, long legged sheep
but sadly no donkeys left

Yet as I get older and look like a weathered
sand stone, I long for silent snow that used
to fall every Christmas Eve, up north.