This Soil of Mine

There’s something here, out there

Something here, of mine

For someone who didn’t belong

a place there was, for me.

The grass here, remembers

the naked soles of my feet

Down there, by the water’s edge

I played, I ran, I walked.

There’s something in the air, I think

in a place like this

Beginnings, middles, endings:

I would draw my last breath there,

just there,

beneath that rock.

And then, on a night like this

I walked in my midsummer dress

letting the waves lap up what remained.

I pledged to always return

because it felt like

to belong

is

to live.