And I Am.

The gray sky

sat beautifully

behind 

the spring 

trees that 

were blooming.

Pinks

Whites and Greens.

Spring was

pushing its way

through.

Its a gentle 

way to remind

us that

there is life.

As I dug my hands

in the dirt

I see the worms

wiggling

through.

I have missed

this. 

Planting.

Creating.

The smell of

dirt calms 

me and reminds

me that 

this life

goes so fast.

Planting my 

flowers 

I am enjoying 

the birds 

chirping 

as they sit 

in the tree

over me,

almost if they 

were directing

me. 

I smile to myself.

I need no 

directions.

When it comes to this

Its like

going back to 

your childhood

home and walking

down the street.

Everything seems

different 

but it is still

the same.

I place

the Cali lily 

into the hole

and cover

it with the cold

soil.

The voice in

my head

whispers,

You are

Home.

And 

I 

am.