Weathered Home

Last fall, a person that I love joined me in a writing project with the theme: short poems inspired by lines of the same. This means that one of us wrote a poem, and the other wrote another poem borrowing a line from the previous poem. It recently re-appeared into my life, so I took it as a sign to share. Thanks for reading. 

Weathered soles hold up our
Weathered souls
Wandering steps
Self-possessed
Wondering, whether
This heel marks home for
Weathered souls upon these
Weathered soles

Yet, as leaves turn, weather learns,
Toward which way, or as some say,
An uncertain, whethered way,
For with each foot-fall weary,
Wake pieces of Earth, into
A trail of ancestral secrets
Waxed upon land, many years old,
Wherein healing magic lives,
From weathered souls, standing upon
Weathered soles.

This place, we call home.