Where are you from?

Stepping across the Pennines
And Hadrian’s Wall
in one step.
I am a poly-thing
And us, and we.
And you?
Are your roots all in the one place?
Is that a thing?
Is there even such a space
Where all roots are one.

And what of becoming?
I am from no thing
So which will I be?
With so much choice it’s hard to decide.

My family far-spun.
Under East Anglian sun-blue skies
With Northumbrian winter shores.
My rock is here and there.
East and West across the dun-green lowland hills.
Sometime North – well Perth at least.

My garden soil from many places
My roots divided
My love uncut, gathered, strong.