멸치

I’m adrift
And stuck
Like a kite tangled up in a tree
Flailing in the wind
Unable to leave or be
So I look for things to ground me
Remind me
Of what’s real
And good
And true

This, this is love
Brought from the land
Of my grandmother
I was thought of and 
Therefore loved
It’s the gift of home
And belonging
Of being someone’s
And family

I receive
And I am stilled