Start at a place
where mountains and trees
conform
to expectation of the visitor;
arranged, beautiful, compelling.
Go north.
With blessings from the south.
The pretense fades
into beauty of a different face;
authentic, raw, messy.
Like the poet,
given words to write,
this place called to me;
you too, who spoke
words of truth
I had forgotten.
Why did I thirst for your encounter?
Who conspired to remind me?
I know you
and have loved you for millennia;
my home.