Family
Is the essence of the ground beneath my feet
In a crowd of people
It is the earth that brings me justice
And just then I realize that
Family is
The existence below me, above me, and to the side of me
It was once I really understood the Earth
That I understood family
That my roots have grounded and also grown
A vine attaching to the Earth and the people that has inhabited the land
Nothing is more home than the dirt between your fingers and the sun in your eyes
The rain dropping on you from the atmosphere
Nothing is more home than the things that keep you living, breathing, being
At some point you have to understand what created family
And it was the Earth
About the Creator
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