.

It smells like Earth here.
Like wet earth
Like life
Like clay
Like blood

My blood
Our blood
It runs through this earth.
It runs as we run
Low to the ground
Not always seen
But ever felt
Lurking just below
The surface.

The earth is always there,
Just like that,
Unseen
Floating
At the edge
Of our thoughts

It is home

That word:
Home
Not merely a
Dwelling place
What is that
But a square of
Sheltered ground?

No, home is this earth.
My earth
Our earth
My life
My Vi?t Nam