Here, Remember (Poem)

when you are lost, so easy to be these days

remember what brings you home

gray clouds recall dark waves of the sea

both echo in the rushing creeks and slower rivers

a handful of dirt is grit from your own bare feet

a smudge from the cheek of a beloved child

dust from a house that makes you feel safe

despair is easy, just too is hope

both practiced habits we daily foster

be kind to yourself thus to others

come back, come back, always return