Made of

They said,

I belong

to this tribe,

to this clan,

to this earth.

That my life

in its cradle

and beyond,

is from here

and of here.

That it

settles

and the meaning

and purpose of 

my being,

my core

rests with it,

settling.

But,

what if,

I was 

purposelessly, 

fluid, 

unsettled,

like the river,

cutting down 

the rock,

but never

defined

from the

sediments 

that it 

engulfed 

in its flow. 

**

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Huge cascade; on the northern shore of Minnesota
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Pebble beach at Split Rock Lighthouse, Minnesota
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Gorgeous Willow River in Willow State Park, Wisconsin

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