My Little Island

No place is that small, when you know
every single corner of it,
its colours in every season,
its odours, perfumes, or bad smells,
the voices and faces you meet
and greet – or avoid, and the sounds
that mark each moment… and yet, each
passing day, you let your senses
pause, and wait, and regenerate,
till you feel there is something new,
something that wasn’t there before,
that you still had not discovered –
and then you know your little world
is not an island, not so small,
if you’re still eager to see more.