I am made of sky.
A vast stretch of African Blue
lives in my limbs.
It spins itself into openness
through my eyes.
It is there, in the hull of my throat,
when I laugh.
I am made of water,
traversed by tiny streams
and rivulets,
drenched to the bone,
always in the process of
draining or filling up.
If you put your ear over here
you can hear it pumping
to the beat of a drum.
I am made of mucky earth
deep and dark.
Here it is, in the palm of my hand.
I stomp it into my soul
through my feet.
It holds me together quietly
till I am called back to
the rivers
and the sky
and the earth.
Jislaaik Sussie, jy kan toor hoor!
Hi Aneltjie,
thanks for those beautiful words – needed a lift and that was an amazing reminder to come back to ones self.
Suzi.
Thanks Suzi! Miss you guys xxx
Thanks for reading Jeanne, it’s nice to meet you.
simply gorgeous…the song of the earth is etched in the palm of your hand….
Anel, you are every spring day!
Thanks Crystal!
Anel – And what a most beautiful voice ! I can hear it ” in my bones “. -I am going to share your voice to all who will listen – I have heard your voice – you sound like an angel ! Blessings ! Thanks for sharing ! Carla U.S.A.
Hi Carla – thanks for reading! It’s lovely to meet you.