I never thought I was only located here.*
I danced in other worlds.
And lived a thousand lives.
I kissed the
Mother and Father
of nature and time.
I’ve never been only here.
I frolicked with nymphs
in mossy green-ness.
I limped with torn soldiers
over and around the dead.
I’ve never been only here.
I skipped the first stone across
Pangea’s salty marshland
and rose with the sun
over pyramids now in rubble.
I’ve never been only here.
~annie ricci~
*This poem was inspired by Tara Mohr’s The Visitor.
Specifically the line, “I never thought I was only located here.”
