Drop me anywhere on this planet
and I can find a friend
food, clothing and shelter
For deep within me
resides all the necessities for being human
A Body
A Mind
A Spirit

But don't try and label me
Don't try and call me
American, Russian, English, Kuwaiti, Japanese...
For I may be a piece of all of those luscious pies
Rich, dripping with the all the flavored nuances
of cultures scattered on the winds
But don't stick me with a flavor of all one kind

Global Nomad
Third Culture Kid
As my seasons ripen with age
I see the many ripples of my pond
and happy with the richness of my life
I can walk on the water and see the reflections
of all the mes, mys and myselfs...

So, drop me anywhere...
in this rich water of the world
and I will float happily amongst the islands
and be at home, singing songs on the wind
all different tunes...
all different languages...
all different...

—Ken Chiancone