Chuseok, a day someone waits for, can be for someone else a fearful, heart-heavy day..
While surfing the web by chance, I came across a piece that caught my eye, and I am excerpting it here. I remember it was a fairly long poem.
I gathered only the parts I liked, cut out some, edited bits, and rearranged them...
The Season That Holds the Hometown
Those for whom home has become another town,
those for whom home has become a foreign land,
on Chuseok they become salmon,
back on the shores where they once lingered long ago,
they stir their grumbles into a cup and drink,
and keep passing the cup round again and again.
They say anywhere you grow attached to becomes home,
yet even the silver salmon, who cannot help but grow the hometown in their heart,
in the end plant the hometown in their heart,
hold the hometown in their eyes.
