A poem - I Am Of

Our inner landscapes are patterned from the body’s contact with the rhythms and textures, the sounds, colors and shapes of the natural world.

I am of gusty afternoon sea breezes and wind that wrinkles the sand

I am of air that smells of salt and sun baked kelp

I am of dolphins, grasshoppers and snakes

I am of grainy soil and dry long grasses

I am of the sound of waves and gulls and crickets in the night

I am of alluring turquoise salt waters that cool you down in summer

I am of land that is flat, that feels dry and timeless

I am of bush shrubs and trees that flower red and yellow

I am of land that holds sorrow, stories, hopes and dreams

and this land is of me