maine – Picking Up Roots

Here

reality feels distant,
though this is a real place,
the weight of life
has not followed me here;

there is a field
surrounding this space
that my cares
cannot get passed;

here I am
all I've hoped to be,
here I am,
I am free,

here,
I am me

Roots

I am called home
by animal instincts
I can't explain,
no matter the places I go
the new roots I sow,
the pull of pine trees
and the salty, rocky coast,
horizons of fiery beauty,
the draw of fierce independence,
leave my soul restless -
my roots call me home