~do this in remembrance

am connected to this land

it flows through my veins

entwines itself through my sinew

   it is one with my flesh

this land and I share.....

its past and  au courant  present

I drink the waters running through

the  veins of thie Mother

the passageways that carry her lifeblood

All that has taken place upon this soil,

 art envisioned by Degas,

that soft space where lovers

 engaged in trysts under banyans

  along these bayous and riverbeds

..and blood spilled within the deeper soils

filter the waters within me

 with which the Mother

  gives suckle for my thirst

I feel the past and see it in my dreams

..as the slave trade moves

through my own blood...

 where they fell... upon this soil

where the indigenous people

   died  upon this ground

as the “new world” forged in fire

 modernity... paved its asphoalt i

  over the top of this land...

She is ancient

We plant seeds sprouting to life

     flowering in the sunlight

in this soil... nourished by this land

 as the fresh chard

tomatoes and peppers

 picked from this land

move through my body as nourishment

so does the soil that gave life

 birthed these fruits that sustain me

I become the Earth....

I bathe and the Earth cleanses me

with  living waters that have traveled

through lakes to bayous....

across bones and stones

 at the bottom of the rivulets

 whispering their secrets of days long passed

rippling through Her veins 

  I hear them from within

What has passed in and through this land

  lives in vibrational energy  within me

Take eat.. this is my body..... do this in remembrance.....

  This is my blood... 

 drink this in remembrance

“What you are.... I am...."

©   Katherine Wyatt   2014  All Rights