My Louisiana, the more bruised and bloodied you become
The more I long to be there to help lift you from your knees.
How I long to, once again, smell the scent of your salt breezes
How I hunger for the sound of seagulls laughing as they dive.
Your life is in my soul; you have made me what I am
I can never feel whole waking so far from you.
I need all that you offer, your people and your places,
To feel that I have a center in this too-large universe.