Sitting on my front porch in the morning July 12

The breeze and the sun have already started their day.

Accompanying them, sounds richly invite me to the porch

As I marvel, still, at how strange it is to be so far from home.

Yet in this place, I am finding myself, also, at home.

I wake up knowing where I am and I smile.

I am ready to throw open the curtains and the doors

To step outside,

Allowing the outside to, also, step in.

Welcome to Uganda, I am told.

Welcomed, I feel.

They have welcomed this stranger in.

And I have wondered at its mysteries.