When you return to your ancestral land
Jet-lagged and slightly disembodied
Whether just to visit or to stay
Whether having made it or not
In some other country far away
You find that nothing's changed
Or else nothing is the same
Your cousins and your aunts
Take you in and feed you
Or no one of your name is left
In the dusty village of your birth
You visit the cave of a thousand buddhas
Or climb the old hill above the sea
Taking pictures of the earth
As it was and is and will be
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