When I'm flying through the sky in a plane,

I look down and see the skyscrapers,

the hospital I was born in, 

and the beaches.

I see Home. 

When my foot hits the ground,

I realize I am at Home. 

And when I hear people talking my language, 

laughing and saying hi,

I realize the voice of Home.

When I notice I can't be there 

at Home 

I feel overwhelmed. 

At the same time,

when I see the upscale value of things,

I feel confused because of it. 

When I hear cars honking and traffic, 

I feel disturbed.

But when I hear the sound of calming waves coming and going,

all that confusion and disturbance goes away. 

And I finally realize and know

I am at Home in my refuge, Miami.