This Land, This Sky

A soil so red and ripe

Giving birth to trees, grass, and all rooted beings

A sky of ever changing blue

Breathy with four winds

Giving flight to whispery winged creatures

Salty water

Oceanic baptismal

Surrounding, enveloping, and cleansing

Cut us 
and all of this will be what flows from our veins

For we are not merely affected by this place

Whether birthed here

Or lured by siren call

Sand fills our bones

Water in our blood

Rises and falls with the tides

Creating the lilt of voice

And the weightiness of step

This place, that is of you and I

Is an altar where we may lay down to rest

Knowing we are in our elements.