I AM

My heart
Is the dust
Drifting from the back roads
To the shoes of travelers.

My veins
Are the roads
I travel on
Grew up on.

My mind
Is the knowledge
Filling my head
Of the people, of the land.

My mouth
Is the voices
Traveling from person to person
On the streets, in fields, in homes.

My ears
Are the white tailed deer
Listening to one another
As they bellow out their calls.

My eyes
Are the blue hairs
Watching and waiting
Ready to learn more gossip.

My nose
Is awakened
By the smell of fresh golden rods
Drifting in the air.

My skin
Is the compassion
Of one another
To swarm in times of need.

Together
This makes my body,
The body of who I am.

Who am I?
I am
A small town.

Bri