Stories sow into you. The people

With a shared vision of home

As a place of purpose that exists

Even after the land is gone.

For the sake of the children

The exiled seek new dawns. Away

From the long line of ancestors

From one place, with one heart,

The new land somehow seems less

Consequential. The water and the earth

Of the new land feels different

From old grounds that helped grow

The family. The stories of home

Are maps to places others own.

When I remember how I travel

Each day past cherished memories adapted

To fit my newfound understanding,

I try to leave more room

In my belief for better days

Ahead. Abundant days may arrive again

Brightening prospects to gather the gains

I can lightly and colorfully enjoy

Communally. The best stories graft past

Ways to celebrate what is cyclical

In new lands as they unfold.