Homesick

I have lived with a passion
for history longer than anything
else in my life as if I am
homesick for another place and
time not of this life,
as if my heart remembers.

I have search unfulfilled
working harder and deeper
then moving on to the next
big idea, project, cause.
Busy? Yes. Fulfilling? No.
Even after fifty years.

I have traveled back with
philosophers and queens, 
trailblazers and breakthroughs,
explorers, pioneers and builders,
revolutionaries and activists,
with mighty ruling kings, and
common men who changed the world.

In the end I wonder what this
life will have brought and
if I will also be homesick
for this place and time...
what my heart will remember?