Prodigal child

For a long time, I held to the knowledge

that I was a child of the earth, raised on rich soil

& air the flavor of dark bread

& though I heard about the sea, those stories

were whispered & strange & far from the ones

I knew.

Then, I met you, with eyes the color of storms,

or the emerald of deep waves when sunlight

moves across your face &

you are such a liquid invitation to the world

that I wonder now if the sea has called to me

my whole life & hearing nothing in return

sent you here to bring me home.

- storypeople -

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