Topography

Posted: Wednesday, February 23, 2005 in Uncategorized
These are not my mountains, this is not my river. They do not meet in the middle and share the life that exists within them.
these are not my mountains. They do not breathe the life I knew. They are not my homing beacon when I get lost. They do not cradle me in their shadow.
This is not my river. It is wide and deep and rough and unforgiving. I can’t swim it’s length. I can’t stand in it and feel one with it.
They are topographical cousins., yet I don’t feel like they are family.
These mountains and this river they just sit there and watching and waiting.
maybe one day they will accept me and maybe one day I’ll go home.
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