Roots

By Ryan Gomez

Roots can run deep
taste bitter sweet,
grow and we will
one way or the other.
The roots still run deep.
In the soil.
The air.
The vistas from afar.
The feeling that creeps up your skin
and tickles your hairs
as they rise on your neck
when that familiar sight, long
forgotten is manifest once again.
Years may pass as seconds
in that particular moment.
Recollection, redefinition, realization.
In a moment of quantum comprehension.
All at once this emotion fills
the soul to a logical conclusion.
This is one step on the path
that is me and always shall be.