I know this is technically a food blog, but this poem was inspired by the previous post and I wanted to share it.
HOME
I could not recognize you earlier
yet you stood by, as sentry
waiting to be noticed.
I ran past you in a blur
thinking you were there, or there.
Like a crow, diving toward all things shiny,
shallow and meaningless.
Now stationary and still
I stare for long periods of time
watching leaves falling
within hidden patterns.
My roots slowly pushing through clay soil
discovering new depths unknown
in the shadow and light.
All feelings welcome
neither good or bad, right, or wrong,
simply wanting to be held closely
within me and recognized as home.
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