Growing
I am the seedling that was carried away
by my own will to fly
my desire to see what else was possible
what else lived beyond the familiar
to see if I could grow somewhere else
learning that it is not a matter of if
but how I grow
soon I am going back to a place I am from
it has not been home for a long time
even though many loved ones are there
visiting some of my roots in a way
but remembering that trees are all interconnected
pointing to the place I was born
the park where I learned to ride a bike
the memories around each corner
it will always be a place I come from
the places we come from are only part of the story
a chapter or a few
remembering the choices that I have made
that brought me right here and now
to this very moment
I, like the air plant
can move and be happy
moving
air, sunshine and some water
not feeling obligated to be rooted
or stay
