Eastbound
I have lived in the mountains,
the metropolis piedmont,
and now the sandhills.
All with you.
Last year we brought with us
the spoils of big box bookstores
and a frosting of Appalachian snow.
Today, the wild onions
and daffodils in our yard
do indeed grow through sand.
Perhaps we will make it to the coastal plain
on our slow crawl toward the sunrise,
toward the sea—the hinged clamshell
of you and me teeming with life.
by Rebecca James
from My Laureate’s Lasso