I Am of Here

by Jan Libby
[from WFAN newsletter]

I am of here.
Here is of me.

When I stand on the land,
I feel myself as a brush stroke
of the earth swept into my being.

My life and family are a groundswell
of this place.

It has raised us, formed us.
Our life's rhythm breathes with the
rhythm of the land.

I am of here.
This land is alive.
I feel it in the wind that kisses me
with spring's awakenings,
warms me deeply with
summers intensity
and nips me
with winter's sharp edge.

I feel it with the people that are my
family far beyond my family.

I am of here.
Here is of me.