There is so much of the world I want to see,
And I have only just begun to know
Who I am and where I would like to go
Instead of where “culture” tells me to be.
Moving far away from home was the key
Because it showed me how tall I can grow;
I could not possibly have stayed home, no,
When city life was so clearly for me.
But why did I romanticize these lights?
There are too many books on leaving home.
I sat plotting my escape all those nights,
Missing that no matter how far I roam
I’ll always want the hills and other sights
That molded me as if inside a dome.
the desert in utah
fills with wildflowers in may
all blooming in
cadences of color
dancing in the
i wake to the sound of
birds in green mulberry trees, singing
in delight to
see the sun
there are layers of life
so apparent in
salty, smooth but jagged
inside, i stand atop the misty canyon
at peace with
all the questions and scars
all the layers of my self
because valleys fill
over and over
grow wildflowers from
salty, sandy dust
sing songs in gratitude
to see the seasons
change as they do
it seems that
beauty can thrive in the most
unlikely of places