breaking away
I try not to overthink it
this place where I’ll be born
whether made simply
or woven intricately
it matters not to the world
from what I understand
others are born in knot holes
or shallow depressions in the sand
kept warm by nature
and a mother’s instincts
I doubt I shall ever remember
that from which I came
crowded and loud and loitering
most of us focused on vying
to be first to break free
june two thousand nineteen
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