Where I was born fog welcomes new babies like a swaddling blanket
And the Redwoods stand over their sleeping forms like grandparents.
The ocean sings newborns lullabies
And the tall golden grass on the hills dances for them.
Where I was born a tall mountain stands tall and lonely above us all
There’s an Indian legend that says there’s a princess tucked in that mountain, its green curves her own, and I always liked to think
She watched over me,
slightly amused smile playing across her deep emerald silhouette
Where I was born deer stand startled in the front yard, surprised to see me.
Where I was born hawks wheel in the sky like acrobats
Their endless spirals begging the question
Why ever go straight.
If I walk down the street from my childhood home ,about four blocks, turning left at the new yellow house that hasn’t been new in years, I find myself in a forest of trees more ancient and more patient than I will ever be.
These trees taught me to stand tall and to provide a place
They taught me to be proud and
but always to
let my roots tangle.
I find sometimes I prefer their quiet company
to the radio chatter of spoken conversation. .
When I was born the redwoods lent me the deep chocolate color of their trunks for my hair
And the sea foam lent me its splash for the sparkle in my eyes
I’m built of this and more
I’m built to be
and no matter where I go,
As my feet skitter across states, countries, continents
I carry in my heart
A land of ocean and wild fields,
A land of misty valleys and wise beings
Where I was born.