
My visions are constantly
Laced up, wound in each other
They are served with a warm cup of Earl Grey
On the side of a mountain
Snow falling, in the depths of Northern Maine
They are found on top of
The Berber villages, in the Atlas Mountains
Of Marrakech, Morocco
Where I sit with you
Learning of local trade, customs and craftmanship
They are the feeling of our hands
Sliding slowly along the cork tree
As waves crash against the beaches of Cascais
Along the shoreline of Sintra, Portugal
They are the steps we took
Through the torrential downpours
The 40 mph winds
As we ascended so beautifully and powerfully
To Glymr Waterfall in Iceland
They are the back roads
The quite, desolate, yet calming echos
Of our voices
As we snowshoe through Denali National Park
They are home
They are safe
They are joyous
They are all the things that represent home
You, you are all the things that represent home
You, no matter where in the world
You are home
About the Creator
Kenzie Mackin
Life’s crazy, lots to share and write about. Oh yeah, and I have always found I express myself more eloquently on paper.
Cheers!
Kenzie



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