Planted in Belonging

"Ireland" by Emily Soto, fashion photographer


Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 44 and Imaginary Gardens for Season Your Poetry brought to us byToni
come join us!

In search of my mother's garden, I found my own. ~Alice Walker

Running, and searching hard, can be like reaching out to touch the farthest thing with eyes closed tight. It is hard to make progress in a state of chaos and that is what you get when you are running too fast looking for something you have never seen.  The rare and evasive flower of certainty. 

For rare flowers cannot be picked

Nor seen from afar

They must be appreciated

Up close

We all want to thrive

Where we stand

That takes a certain peace

In knowing where we belong

A purpose that is our own to hold

Like a flower seeded by love
in it's perfect season

Meant for us alone

The shoes I fill are not my mothers

She had her own steps to take

The place I call home

Is not my grandmother’s house

But the seeds they both planted

Are the nectar that runs through my veins

I am a bloom in a garden of many

yet at times I get lost looking for a mirror image

In the horizon of who I am
I wander far only to find

I grow best planted in belonging

right where I am.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019