I want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stops whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home… ❤
Beatriz Esmer 
Hi Bia, This piece of prose should be able to touch everybody. Unfortunately many this comes in contact with will not appreciate the depth beyond your words. Honestly I have never known any poet with the power you exponentially possess to deep dive to someones very soul . Your fortitude, courage, compassion and bravery make you such.a treasure. I’m so happy for you and blessed that by some quirk of fate our paths have crossed.
Thank you for yet another masterpiece both in script and your beautiful poignant art work.
Please be safe my friend. Take care.
Thank you!