the
dis-
joint-
ed
children of stolen peoples
living on stolen lands
claiming
and
re-claiming
until we can find ourselves again
whole
I want to give myself to the earth
commit to her lessons
learn softness and openness
generosity and balance
when to retreat
and when to blossom
I surrender myself to the sea
the salt of infinite lives
washing over me
I can forgive a little sand
lingering in my hair
Dec 22, 2014
There was a fullness to our love
like that mango just within your reach
unblemished and warm
falling straight into your palm
eaten under the shade of the tree
juice dripping down your elbow
temporary in its bliss,
but perfect in that moment.
To the stump in my garden that has begun to sprout
Mere days after its branches have been shorn:
Teach me whatever lessons you have learned
How to give thanks for your still solid roots
And how to recalibrate the hardened fibres of your bark
And make life once more.
(Lyrics from Back Home by Andre Tanker)