The land heaves to meet the sky
\nAn arch of sandstone and limestone
\nWashed away by a quarter billion years’ rain<\/p>\n
Among the scarred hilltops and ridged remnants
\nIn a green valley in the wilds of Penn’s Woods
\nI sense the transience of my position<\/p>\n
Where I come from I was certain
\nOf many things which are just as untrue
\nThe words, clinging to the heels of my feet as I tread Iowa Avenue’s sidewalk<\/p>\n
As you breathe, there, you feel them
\nWords pass through the membrane of your lungs
\nDissolve in the blood and cross a barrier to saturate your being<\/p>\n
Breathing here, the oxygen is the same
\nKnowledge and wisdom flow through the valley
\nBut I miss the words<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The land heaves to meet the sky An arch of sandstone and limestone Washed away by a quarter billion years’ rain Among the scarred hilltops and ridged remnants In a green valley in the wilds of Penn’s Woods I sense the transience of my position Where I come from I was certain Of many things … <\/p>\n