Gabrielle Brogan is a freelance writer who has spent the last five years working and backpacking in Southeast Asia, South America, Central America and Europe. She grew up in Italy and on a daily basis, her travels fill her with both curiosity and wonder.
You have spent years saying
You don’t know where home is
But just
Look at you
The gnarled and tangled branches of the olive tree
Buried in the maps of your veins
The cracked sun-parched earth
Dusting the brown of your eyes
And the emerald halo of the umbrella pine
Reaching from the curling roots of your hair
The clues are in your very body
Home is the land that lives
Inside your nomad bones
Poetry in this post: © Gabrielle Brogan
Published with the permission of Gabrielle Brogan