I was buried in the dry clay that is so much of Texas
my blood and bones decomposed into dirt
my last breath stirring dust into the air
I’ve never been so happy to die again
to give up a life in order to be reborn over
and over
this soul fueled by the cycle of change
I’ve passed away
left pieces of myself in every place I called home
because that’s what reincarnation requires
the letting go and
the starting over again
reincarnation [poem]
