home

under the last breath of evening light
I'm finally not alone
watching the leaves move
watching you explore the waterfall

I cannot tell you the name of the tree we sat under
or the exact shade of green
the trees lent to my vision

but the feeling of your hand on my shoulder
the wind lifting my hair
all working as one

I am home

I do not know where any of this begins
or where I end
space between our skin
soil under my feet
and yet

I am home