Homecoming

The all too familiar experience shared by expats as they step out of the airport into the Motherland's arms.

The intoxicatingly familiar scent 

Wafting through the air-- 

Spices, antiquity, progress, poverty, 

And a hint of of putrid sweetness. 

The world is a blurry sweep of colours, motion, 

and the voids in between. 

I take in a lungful of this carbon lined breath. 

Oh, how I have missed this daily dose of pollution;

Oh how I have suffocated in that clean foreign air.