driving home realizing
this
this, very specifically, is Kentucky
acres, miles
farmland 
horses grazing
cows roaming
fences of wood, well kept
stones piled in an organized fashion, firm as years roll by
                if I lived near the coast, I would want to see the water, regularly
                        not let days go by without the sound of the ocean
just the same, I allow myself a daily journey
green ground, blue skies, winding road
a sense of place, oh so valuable
                        healing I did not realize I needed