Changing Scenery

We didn't have a name for what was happening to us
the changing landscape rolled out for miles
the way the wind and water change the formation
of the cliffs over time, a dream sequence
you never quite abandon in your waking hours
like going home and not quite remembering
you live there until you start opening
closets and cabinets and drawers
and find that your hands know each item's
rightful place and your heart knows
each creak and groan of the settling
bones of floorboards and beams
moving ever so slightly
above the solid foundation
someone poured and smoothed
so long before you were born
awaiting the day you would come back
to the place you had always belonged
we didn't have a name for it
so we called it love
unpacked our burdens and baggage
and settled into contentment