Thinking back

I am thinking back to

where I came from,

to places gone, or

changed, that can never

come back, but still live

with me; and to the

people that inhabited my

young world that breathed

and moved and dreamed

like I do now, but are also

gone as the world rolls

on and over all that has

been, and I am reminded

that I live now as others

have lived; but still I wonder

about all that brought me

here to this place with all

these people that surround me

and have their own memories,

and stories of origins from afar.