My Place

by Monroe Eerebout

I woke up in a featureless landscape,

on our way to home

in a car with my mother.

I looked through the window and saw fields of wheat,

and watched them flow like waves

in the direction of the wind.

I closed my eyes and pictured a place with people,

a beautiful sky, and birds chirping all around me,

but couldn’t see anything

Instead, I could feel

I could smell

and I could touch.

I could feel myself floating like a cloud

I could hear waves crashing over themselves

And I could smell the mix of pine trees and the ocean together.

Then, I knew that this is my place.

That this is where I belong,

and this is where I love being.

This is my home, my place.