Those last four lines... and suddenly the emotional content of the poem is revealed. It's hinted at in "you missed these little details/staring at you/from under the clumpy,/lengthened lashes/of your old hometown", which has a kind of wistfulness about it, but emotionally offers little more than that, coming across as a philosophical musing on the selectiveness of perception, with an abstracted, detached tone. The whole poem seems to have that certain quality of detachment that comes with both travel and philosophy (which is so cool to me, when the form fits the subject matter). And then: those last four lines. And suddenly you've arrived, you're standing there, no longer meandering, feet planted on the Earth, in the place you once called home, recognizing that it isn't. Great poem :)
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And suddenly you've arrived, you're standing there, no longer meandering, feet planted on the Earth, in the place you once called home, recognizing that it isn't.
^^^^^ That's poetry, in itself.
LMAO I've noticed that happening a lot with poets trying to comment on other poets' poems. I think it's funny and also so awesome, that cross-fertilization. We inspire each other :D