Can a piece of you die
with a place you’ve never
lived?
If the place
is where you lay
your burdens down,
where you are scrubbed
clean and the complexity
of the world is stripped
from your shoulders
and you are made light,
can a piece of you die
with a place?
If it is
where your biggest concerns
are from which porch you’ll
watch the sunset, what book
you’ll read next, whether or not
you’ll have one more glass of wine
or another molasses cookie, or how
you’ll spend your next carefree
day can a piece of you die with a place?
What if it’s the place you find
solace and safety? What then?
I think a piece of you dies with a
place, but only to be grown anew –
grafted to a new place surrounded
by friends, family, love and memories
of the place where you last laid
your cares aside.
