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I lived where the stars shine so bright. And where the sun is so hot it melts your skin. Hot on the pavement that sizzles your toes as you try to run fast enough inside. Where the trees do not change colors and the leaves, they don't have to move out in the fall. Then I lived across an ocean. It carried me away so far. It took me to a place where the sun hid sometimes and you didn't hear the birds singing their songs. It took me where the sky would freeze and the leaves would move out in the fall. And the concrete lifestyle, I didn't mean to, but I learned to love. Until one day a hill called and I thought it was ridiculous that this little hill could take me far away from my beloved white city. But somehow I found it dragging me all the way to a place where no noises were around. So quiet--I could hear my mind at work. And the ticking of my heart. And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. But I didn't have time for tears because the ocean called me back again. Yes, all the way back again. And she pulled me and fought me and sat me down in a tiny town where the houses were as big as my old hill. And all the little people cared about was money. But this time, the ocean did not leave me and she lived nearby. I could visit her and she kept me company some days when it all felt like too much. And the streets were clean and it made me feel healthy so I stayed for a while. Until the ocean told me one day "this isn't your place to cherish forever." And even if I cried and told her I wanted this place to be mine, it didn't matter. So it was back to that hill, then all that concrete, with the mold and bugs. Crawling--as if to mock me and my wish to just find the right spot to lay my head. Until finally, it's time to leave again. And the automobile that isn't mine drives me all the way to the darkened forest where the sun shines less and the sky even cries so frequently. This is my place now. Where I sleep up high. Closer to the moon who lets me know everywhere I go I will learn to love. Places are just places until they somehow become more.
By Elizabeth Malinowski6 years ago in Poets
