Fluttering Feeling

| by Adara Marie Shrestha

I once believed that I had really found peace.

The stench of green tea

Without caffeine

And snow on the stairs.

I once believed that I had really traveled the world

By exploring the mind

And staying quiet.

But beyond these vanishing epiphanies

Lies veritable peace in my family.

How the laughter fills the afternoon

Builds a bridge between the old and the new.

Flies a kite in the storm of the crazy taboo,

Smiles brightly in the Himalayas in the most cordial hue.

In the most blatant truths,

Told by our traditional views,

Of laughter,

Of our dimwits,

Our hourly memory tracing fits.

I believe that I have really found peace.

By some kind of fate,

I was born to 2 who never brought callousness nor hate.

Forever we will live,

Forever we will roll the die,

Forever the snow will melt,

And I will realize that I have been wrong

More than half the time

About finding myself in my dormant soul

Because I have this fluttering feeling

Drowning out the old,

The fluttering feeling that only my family can hold.