Letter: Where I’ve Come To Be

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If you stay here
there’s a chance that you might
fall in love with a fisherman or
his boat or the place
where clouds bow over the bay.

By water I’ve come to rest,
to recognize the need to look
out at the horizon
and not to question everything.

When I returned to this place
it felt like home.
As I walked the roads
and dirt  paths
some voice within spoke,
this is where you need to be.
Trust this place.

So I rise in darkness,
swiftly walk down the bluff,
Inhale the sky.
Van Gogh would appreciate
the grays and blues in the
rain clouds this morning.

“Why did you move here?”
everyone asks me.
Do I dare tell them the truth?
All around me sky and water,
this place gives me wings.

Nan Toby Tyrell
Port Townsend poet