Homecoming

Let moss grow in place of my nail beds

Let roots intertwine into the scalp of my hair

In the spring

May buds bloom from my eyelids

I want to blend with the bark

My flesh shows age in the rings of tree stumps

The leaves rustle whispering

She’s been here before

We have seen these footprints 

They mark her return

She is returning to herself

And in this place

She could never be a stranger

For she and I are one

Her lashes are my branches

Can’t you see the way we sway in the wind

Waltzing to the melody like only kin can

No, she is no stranger

This is her homecoming

from my previous blog posted on 01.10.22