Motherland

I spin, fingers trailing through snatches of air

I spin, whirling around clouds

and feel Water, joy

Floating—sparkling waves within reach

supported by threads of ocean

Relaxed and sinking into deep fathoms close until

My lungs burst and my muscles cry

in happiness

A curious quicksilver friend visits

a rare engagement

and then sand—infinite sediments of glass, bone and rock

Shifting, molding, flows everywhere and

Reveals a perfect conch—whispers secrets in my ear

(riddles to Lord of the Flies)

The Land!

A perfect climbing tree—could search a life

to find a tree as worthy, branches reach low; the weight of life

Quintessential relic of childhood dreams

nightshow of Fireflies and lightning bugs, stars in the grass

to wake with an alligator at the door

Sound: tic, pic, tika, shissh—rain harmony damp on the moss

Smell of swamp, flower, pier and bakery whiz pass.

Lighthouse in the distance.

Cycling on a trail. Canopy ahead, asphalt below.

Trekking through hidden paths of shadows (monster waiting)

So I spin and cartwheel, flip and reel

Feet pulsing with the earth that only beats here

the sun enveloping my body, ocean in my brain, and wind in my heart.

Elated spirit

Primordial mother