Strange Land

Whenever I visit Jamaica,
I feel like a stranger
in a strange land;
unfamiliar territory,

yet it’s very familiar,
I know where everything is.
And I remember many faces.

Yet, I don’t feel like
there’s anything there for me.
My roots lie dormant.
No rush to revive it.

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