upon returning

By | 1 February 2022

I am not of this place
and yet, I keep returning

we spoke of the past
but I do not lay claim to it

how can one know
that of which
they do not belong

we spoke of the past
and I held it in my hand

seventeen centuries it lay
deep
in
the
ploughed
and furrowed
Earth
a tool
a utensil
a weapon

awe of history
and respect for the crushing
weight of time

brought us to the brink
of unbidden tears

I am not of this place
and yet, I sigh in relief
upon returning

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