Going Home

As I lie here

A corpse on the concrete

I am comforted

By the solid foundation

A firm bed

Grounding my starfish display

Golden skin glowing in the sun

Flowers growing through my hair

Tangled roots and dirty hands

Moons hanging overhead

Peeking through wispy clouds

A veil between

This life and the next

The birds are calling me

Whispering their song

On the wind

Like the sound

Of blessed air through the overgrown field

Flowers and seeds and nests

Among the clover

Wrapping around my limbs

Dragging me to the Creator

Pulling me home

Mississippi

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Submitted by April Armistead.

April Armistead was born and raised in West Texas, among cholas and sunny skies. She is a former yoga teacher who spends her days writing and painting, her nights communing with the moon. April is a Latina Choctaw woman currently residing in Portland, OR with her husband, one tiny pup, and heaps of plants.