The Call

I've reached this point before

Where I close my eyes and I can see the red soil

And I can feel the sun warming my skin

And my nose fills with the smells of the earth

I can smell pine trees and roasting chiles

Or the smell of adobe after being warmed by the sun

Where I feel like I'm being watched

Or being welcomed with open arms

I'm dreaming of the Southwest again

The last two times this happened were times when I ran away

This time is different

I'm not running away

I feel like I'm being called Home