I returned to you; like I said I would. That promise, made back on the rocks of Sandy Beach, on Heceta Island, when crying the day before we left you, 12 years old, I said good bye. Years ago, I brought my son to feel your healing powers and you did not fail in your nurturing. You’ve made him strong. You gave me hope to be strong myself.
I headed north, into the interior, into a cold and unrelenting land, never thinking I would return. Years folded into years, I traveled like one dazed, in and out of southern states, to find myself lost and penniless again.
Without thinking, I returned to search for you and saw an opportunity. Sold what I could, drove thousands of miles across the entire country now, like the migrating geese, flying north. And now, the rain falls steady. A river next to my home roars with the waters, and once again I am home.