stones

I don't believe

That I am lost.

Rather, I am trekking along the dirt path of

"once-was"

And seeking new ground

Where I can rest my head

And just be.

For a little while,

at least.

I don't believe

That I am "arrived."

I don't look down from the mountain and see

All that is mine,

Because it is not mine to have.

Instead, it is to have

me.

I don't think

Anyone truly belongs here.

We belong everywhere, all at once.

We desire to be within,

without,

and around.

But as we move

And water ourselves to thrive

We must remember to water others,

too

And tend to ourselves

So that we do not bend

to breaking.