This reflects on my first time looking down into the Ukiah valley. Though I had never been there before, I knew the place somehow as surely as if I had been born and raised there. It was like coming home. And every time I return, it is like coming home again.
return
foliage rises up the mountains
clouds amass upon the eastern ridges
i am home, finally i am home
my feet grew sore in the desert
my back stiff on the plains
like gusts of wind, i could not rest
rivers wandered their courses
stars glittered from the abyss
starved and alone, i followed them
one day i crested a ridge
and cradled there in a valley
a hamlet lost from the world
this place i had never seen
yet what my eyes never knew
my heart somehow remembered
in the world i was tossed relentless
storms passed to leave me in ruin
but here i am an old oak firmly rooted
Beautifully written as always. Home is where one finds solace amid this unrelenting challenge that is life. I think though that as long as one is at peace with himself he can have a home wherever life takes him.