The diffusion of honeyed, flavored warm vapors,
in the kitchen, broth on the stove, us licking fingers,
to ensure all the ground spices could celebrate their rebirth
in a plain white plate, those fish fillets, heated to perfection.

A tiny cactus breathing in the balcony,
mother's kisses, a father's pat, and sister's empathy.

Isn't this a glimpse of what home feels like?