Sang Yong sighs
His calm visage leaning to a frown
Pen marking the page of a word unknown
A phrase devoid of context.
Twenty-five years part of one world
Twenty-five years part of another
And while he has spent years here struggling to learn
The base culture beyond the vocabulary,
his peaceful rate of speech
But while his memories are fragments of time sealed in amber
The world has continued to move
Culture evolves and reference points
Are fewer and further between
He is a time traveler drifting between worlds
Seeking to understand an unlived past in both world’s presents
A visitor in homeland and chosen land both.
Sang Yong sighs.