Karst rock...

"... Think of the karst rock,
  eroded by water,
  you feel his scent?
  You hear its cracks between your fingers?

  That lime powder
  that will not stick to your hands,
  the heat emanating.
  The intense color of Sumac
  that changes with the changing seasons,
  creating a landscape always equal
  yet always new.

You could say now:
  "I feel I have put down roots, I do not feel at home."

-No, I could never tell! ...-

Back at home, too!