Thursday, 18 September 2014

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.

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