This is Home

This is Home

This is home – this land that a river flows through

A river
– that can appear safe and still,though it is in continuous motion
– that can be unexpectedly deep, with twists, and turns
– where beauty, decay, and regeneration happen simultaneously
– where wild things come to roam

A river where I roam
– wind singing through the willows
– winter ice, crackling, beneath my feet
– eagles, circling overhead
– minnows, biting at my painted toes, as I sit on a sandbar, on a hot summer day, as the water flows

A river

– carrying with it the muck and debris of all that has happened upstream
– carrying with it the muck and debris of all that has happened to

me

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