Where did I come from?

I came from a Monarch’s chrysalis

Too soon, still a gooey mess

So, I hitched a ride on Road Runner’s back

Who took me atop an Enchanted Rock

Where hot stones baked me to wholeness

“The Earth,” I said, “I come from you”

But the skies grew dark and lightning struck me

Out to sea and into the mouth of Whale

Who carried me to the shores of Mexico

“You come from here,” she said

Gently rolling me beneath her baleens,

Nudging me to the glistening sand

Where I caught flight

On the wings of Condor

Who soared on updrafts toward the sun

For the first time, I felt the bliss of being alive

“In warmth, we all find home” she said.

This is how I learned

It doesn’t matter where you come from

But only with whom you travel.

laura k. kerr, phd

laura k. kerr, phd

Scholar, writer, gardener, birder, yogi

Student of art, poetry, and sustainable living

“So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.” — Mary Oliver, poet

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