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"You are not really here.
Your soul has another home –
your birthplace
and your resting place."

"You Are Not Really Here"
by Cristina M. R. Norcross

You Are Not Really Here

Author_photo1_cris_small_2013_by Cristina M. R. Norcross08 Jan 2015

You are the breeze
that blows a white kitchen curtain
up high above the vision of a field,
while cornbread browns in the oven.

You are a pair of faded, leather sandals
with wooden beads decorating the toes.
They could take you anywhere.

You are the light that flies away
like lightning bugs –
the little sparks from a bonfire.

You are the mighty tide coming in,
challenging the shore.
You are the undercurrent
sending starfish into a spin.

Food will sustain you,
you have form within space.
Your body rests,
so that your spirit may travel
in the dreamtime.

You are not really here.
Your soul has another home –
your birthplace
and your resting place.

Cristina M. R. Norcross
Copyright 2008

Published in Living Nature's Moments: a conversation between poetry and photography with co-author Pat Bashford (2014)