We leave ourselves wherever we land,
jettisoning flotsam,
even if it’s only the accidental dust of skin
we settle in every room.
It’s the hello, the fingerprint,
the subconscious erection,
the careless monument that says:
We were here in this place.
Before you,
we also saw this water
and sat in this sweet mulch of fall grass.
We call back to ourselves,
if only by the shape of a palm pressed into tin
left ugly for the next comer.
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Elan Morgan is a writer and web designer who works from Elan.Works (http://elan.works), spreads gratitude through the Grace In Small Things (http://www.graceinsmallthings.com) social network, is a co-founder of GenderAvenger (http://www.genderavenger.com), and speaks all over. She has been seen in the Globe & Mail, Best Health and Woman’s Day magazines, TEDxRegina, and on CBC News and Radio. She believes in and works to grow both personal and professional quality, genuine community, and meaningful content online.
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