She was like tumbleweed
always floating around,
never really landing.
Crossing large distances:
mountains,
rivers,
open spaces
the whole world
wide and possible.
Yet through it all,
she was free.
Never belonging anywhere,
yearning for something
yet not knowing what.
Perhaps what she wanted
wasn’t another horizon.
Perhaps:
roots.
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 5:00 AM UTC
She was like tumbleweed
always floating around,
never really landing.
Crossing large distances:
mountains,
rivers,
open spaces
the whole world
wide and possible.
Yet through it all,
she was free.
Never belonging anywhere,
yearning for something
yet not knowing what.
Perhaps what she wanted
wasn’t another horizon.
Perhaps:
roots.
I saw tumbleweeds when I drove across the country and they stayed with me.
