My Places and I
When I lived near the river,
its song sang through me,
and I felt the tickle of its burble
in the marrow of my bones.
Every day the river made me laugh.
When I lived on the hill
on top of the holler,
the wind and I were intimate.
It would lift me right up
from the rocker on the porch.
Now I live alongside
the tree with a thousand plums
and I have turned into a sumo taproot.
None can budge me.
Earthed I am, oh, earthed.
Later on, my places,
and all my living story
will be, oh glory, finished.
And I shall rejoice to become
the river, the tree, and the wind.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
thanks to Mary Oliver’s poem, Life Story
How beautiful. It looks like you are in a beautiful place for dreaming.
Oh lovely.. how I can hold this wisdom in my many places of home.