An Interpretation

You are here again
At the ancestral well
Scooping the cool, sweet liquid
Into new hands held by old ghosts

As roots push through you
And take hold of the earth
You become soil and sunlight
And the soil and sun begin to breathe

The stories etched in the worn flagstone floor
And proud, but crumbling grave markers
Blow in to you on a knowing wind
As though they’ve been waiting for your return

As the still air shifts
You can hear the whispers of an ancient past
As it settles back in
You can’t deny the echoes of your future

The roots plunge deeper still
Twining tightly beneath the storied soil
The message has been well received

You are home
as I Interpreted

"Sole-Phresh Society"