I look at pixels arranging themselves
in colors of blue and aqua
and imagine immersing myself in their depths.
Clay-colored houses perched on sea-beaten
cliffs sport seagulls and free laptop banners which
flatter me with the knowledge that I am the
one hundredth visitor to their virtual lands.
Underneath tourist's frozen smiles I can scent
the old land, the ancient country below.
I have never ventured to the villages of my ancestors,
never touched the bloodied land that spawned me.
Airfare and society keep me away
but I can cuddle near through my computer screen.
Tour with us! I am instructed,
hypnotized by falls of sapphire and lands of emerald.

Turquoise beckons, but it's my home that awaits.