Home?
I’m only halfway home; I have journeys to make And risks to take; This microcosm called me is not done growing, yet. I’ve turned my face upward on sunny days Hid under broad leaves on the rainy And I’ve learned this: I am alive, I am here; When I am gone, I hope to become alive and sentient In the soil Growing flowers and weeds and taking on rain And worms And smelling of living dirt Continuing on, outside this body; This excites me, brings me joy Now, I exist, and then, I will exist- I was here I will still be here
