The trees all bow to you there

The sun knows that it is welcome

And it graciously gives me smiles

I wear them like overalls



My feet meet clay

I can tell I was born here

That this is the clay

This is the clay that bore me

And I want to scream, “WAIT”

Because you all are missing this

This is the meaning

Or at least the place where meaning is found



In this moment

The ground feels cool and ripe with ideas

With art

With love

(With youth and pain)

With feelings

I’d know this place anywhere

Like a caged bird knows it has a nest

Out there

somewhere



And I want to whisper (wait)

Because to yell at this place

Would crumble it and me to the ground

This is were my soul lives

Because the trees all bow to you there

And the sun knows it is always welcome