I was born in springtime
many years ago now.
Before the nine months prior,
I was nothing

I did not exist.

It’s because of this that I’m certain
I haven’t always been Here

Which makes it hard to explain
when I’m sitting by the lake,
nothing but air and color
blue sky
blue water
the smell of everything
green and breathing
in the white of the sun,

that anchored in moments like these
I am filled with a different kind of certainty.
That this place has always been my home,
and I have always been Here to feel it

that I’m not part of one segment
that begins and ends
alive,
right now,
between the two dates
of my tomb

because I never began
and I’ll never end
and somehow,
I will always be right Here