New World Sestina
I came to this place that is my new world filled with unfamiliar faces and voices that speak words I can not understand. The aromas of foods are foreign to my taste and it takes me forever to enjoy the diversity of food. In my homeland, the flavors of food were so rich and pure from my old world where things remained the same forever and all my family and friends' voices were constant and close, not foreign or distant. Can you understand how I feel? Day in, day, out, I try to understand the language and eat the strange food and stare at the happy people who ignore my foreign accent and laugh lightly in their snug world sharing information with confident voices that are strident and strong and understand. I feel lost in translation, forever fighting to grasp meanings and understand facial expressions and idioms from their voices. TV commercials sell diets and food while starvation permeates the world in places remote and foreign. Sometimes I long for the shores of my foreign land, or to gaze upon the sea and sky forever. But it's as if I were an alien, from a world that does not really care or understand my point of view. It is food for thought: as I study their voices and their language; I merge with their voices and domesticate myself in this cache of foreign people who buy but do not prepare their food, but rush around searching forever for a lifestyle that they understand that guarantees their pursuit of happiness in their world. And yet, I still wander in this place forever trying dilligently to understand why I came, but afraid to leave this new world.