"Uniquely Me" by Alex Graham James

I am
a confusion of culture.
Uniquely me.
I think this is good
because I can
understand
the traveller, sojourner, foreigner,
the homesickeness
that comes.
I think this is also bad
because I cannot
be understood
by the person who has sown and grown in the same place.
They know not
the real meaning of homesickeness
that hits me
now and then.
Sometimes I despair of
understanding them.
I am
an island
and
a United Nations.
Who can recognize either in me
but God?