Long ago, I knew would settle on this piece of mind.

     Clearing a site for memory,

          Grading a road to enable the future.

Building a home of possibilities.

I climbed the mountain range and entered the valley,

     Carrying my backpack full of words and fragile stories.

          I had to learn how to nurture my thoughts,

Like planting seeds for future harvest.

I learned how to build with tools,

     And create plumb, true lines that created harmony.

          As I picked up the pen to write,

I felt the land threading through me.