Always Stay Rooted Somewhere

How do they do it?

The people who live a lifetime
in one place. . .how do they not go crazy
only smelling the soil of one field,

the sounds of the voices of neighbors who have known them
since they were babies, or before.

I have traveled around the world,
happily tasting the food and loving the feel of the air
in France and other exotic wines.

How do they do it?

So loyal to their land,
they carry fuzzy plants from home
in the soil of the place they were born.

My roots are so fragile
from all the ways earth moves.
From the Philippines
to towns that don't sound like they look.

So many things don't look like they sound,
sweet until you try and grow.
Strong until you try and move them.

Always looking to be rooted
in some other field.