“But it is no a matter
of choice; I can live
here only [with you].
I am a part of this
scene; each and all
its properties are
a part of me…”
As it is a part of you
we are both children of
the red earth—grown
into adults—nourished
by its water and clear,
crisp mountain air.
I know now, having
left, that I cannot
truly call any place
home other than
our single rectangle
of red dirt and blue
white-tipped moun’ains.
I can live anywhere
with you, but I now
understand and feel
the connection you
spoke to me when I
proposed leaving
it for a while to you.
We are a part of this
land—it courses through
our veins; you can take
certain plants from their
native soil, and they may
survive, but they will never
thrive; we can only thrive,
flourish, in our Colorado.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 4:09 PM UTC
“But it is no a matter
of choice; I can live
here only [with you].
I am a part of this
scene; each and all
its properties are
a part of me…”
As it is a part of you
we are both children of
the red earth—grown
into adults—nourished
by its water and clear,
crisp mountain air.
I know now, having
left, that I cannot
truly call any place
home other than
our single rectangle
of red dirt and blue
white-tipped moun’ains.
I can live anywhere
with you, but I now
understand and feel
the connection you
spoke to me when I
proposed leaving
it for a while to you.
We are a part of this
land—it courses through
our veins; you can take
certain plants from their
native soil, and they may
survive, but they will never
thrive; we can only thrive,
flourish, in our Colorado.
First stanza is from Mary Shelly's 'The Last Man'
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