What is it about roots
That tug our hearts.
Makes us go weak
In our knees.
Brings smiles to the face
And tears to the eyes.
What is it about the quest
To know where we come from
To the place we identify ourselves with
The place that most resonates with “home”.
Why does it become more pronounced
As we grow older.
Does that place gives us the connect
With mother earth, the place in the vast universe
Where we are or were some body.
Where this whole journey started
And is it in that place that
We want to end our journey?