The world,
divided at the great river,
contracts and expands
like a breath
in the morning.
Today I am aware of my roots
like a willow looking for water.
There are photographs
and smells of home.
The sound of laughter
tames me as I match my experience of love
with the cells of the people who raised me.
Bring me home
to the edge of the prairie
and let the breath of the earth
transform the frame of my body
into shelter for my children;
the the memory of sacred space
that will sustain their
hearts until they drift
into the stars to find me.
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