The Way Home

{My husband believes that our house slants towards whichever room I am in at the moment and that our kids are like marbles on a floor that gravitationally roll into wherever I am.  It’s summer now, and I’ve been feeling those marbles under my feet whenever I try to turn around in my kitchen.  I decided to stop complaining about stepping on marbles all the time; you can’t fight gravity.}


The Way Home

They are the moths and I am the flame.
They are the waves and I am the shoreline.
They are the feathers and I am the ground.

They need me, they search for me, they find me
in a way that leads me to believe
it is as natural and necessary
as when they grew inside of me.

Someday, more than likely,
I will be
the moth
and the wave
and the feather.

And I will
need them
and search for them
and find them
because it will be
the natural and necessary way
to find my way home.


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  • This brought a smile to my face. I love the intro & the poem. I gravitate to you, too. Nicely done, Annie.

    June 24, 2014 at 2:36 pm
  • Michelle

    I’m sitting in the waiting room of the orthodontist office (waiting on with tears in my eyes, Annie. There will be a time when you’re both, or all, of those things. That’s where I’m at.
    This is one of my faves.

    June 24, 2014 at 3:17 pm
  • Mmichelle

    Whoops. **waiting on Julia.

    June 24, 2014 at 3:18 pm
  • lara

    i friggin’ love this one, annie! xo, lara

    June 25, 2014 at 5:58 pm

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