Good Life

Solastalgia

Echoes rebound from hilltop to hilltop

and roll down limestone outcrops,

telling the stories

of turbulent upheaval

and lives lived in long expanses of quiet decline.





Growing up as a child at the feet of these hills,

massive hardwoods dropped their seeds

deep into the crevices of my heart.

They crooned songs of comfort and solitude

and rocked me in their boughs

when life in town became too much to bear.





I long now for the new growth

of chestnut, maple, hickory and oak

growing tall and strong within,

that rend me

and bend me always toward home.

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