Terra

I will tread lightly and cherish the fertile soil beneath my bare feet. I will go down on one knee and reach down to tenderly caress the earth with the palm of my hand. I will lift it to my nose to inhale its essence. It is now part of me and will forever remain so. Only God can say if this holy ground is my promised land. Its scent lingers as I travel onward, gently calling like a timid bobwhite in spring. As the saliva starts to run inundating my tongue and teeth, I realize that I'm homesick and that it is calling me home.

11 August 2011
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina