Contrasting Conflation

I am a saltwater soul with blue ridge blood

peaking like Pisgah while the Atlantic ocean runs through my veins.

The sun sings my name in Appalachian folksong

and I set it with my fingertips

dancing new constellations into East Coast skies.

Morning seafoam kisses my ankles

pleading with me to stay another morning

while Mt. Mitchell’s gravity pulls me back into a sunset embrace.

I am perpetually pulled between geography

tethered to the tide and venturing valleys.

My steps always circle back

to the sky

to the sea

and back again.

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