To sleep is to dream

Here I stay

Unapologetically planting my roots

Thousands of miles away

With dirt on my knees

To understand why my feet have wandered

I must remember what spat me out

A place where cataclysmic questions loomed

“Is she”?

“Do you think”?

As I recycled every notion

“I am”

“Do they know”?

It’s consequential to believe we are anything but

Dirty knees and shallow graves

My home is where I discovered the truth

While simultaneously burying it deep within the floorboards

I yield to my fate

An eternity of burning skin, lips, and hair

Try to cauterize it myself before it gets infected

Before it spreads

A thousand miles away I found the answer

I must whisper it into the wind to see if it catches flight

May the trees grasp it in their leaves while their branches whisk it to the sky

May the clouds capture it in their bosom to release it as a thousand tiny droplets

To land exactly where their supposed to

Deep within the floorboards of the home where I was built

They may wipe away any trace of it

Or pretend they’ve never seen the rain before

But there is safety in that delivery.