Where I'm Supposed to Be

Nearby oak trees and the pavement

are lit from the moon's shimmer.

Bawls and hollers from gusting winds

and the yowl of far-off wolves;

I am lost.

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Then all at once, in the dark

a rich light flashes with illumination.

The night sky projects a shining

that feels brighter than any star

calling itself North.

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It helps guide my body

to where I'm supposed to be.

And sends rich messages

of journeys I must take

to find my way home.

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But home now is not the place

where I grew up.

It's not the place I recall;

it's altered, yet electrifying.

This new place that the calling from the sky

has taken me.

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