An Echo of Memory

Enveloped

Surrounded

That’s how I want to be

That’s how I want to live

That’s how I want to stay

Full

Complete

Saturated in wonder, adventure, and mystery

I can’t explain the depth or the movement. I can’t describe the scene.

I can’t capture the image or the feeling.

I can’t take it in.

But I was there. I have been there.

I want to go back again.

And never leave.

This is the place I was made to be.

This is the fullness

The mystery

The longing I have.

It doesn’t make sense

It isn’t quite clear

But I know it so well

Like an echo of memory

Can I remember a place that I have never been?

Can I call that place my home?

I am a vagabond waiting

To be the place I belong.