Landing by the sea, blanketed in stars

Old trees—the first ones—watch over me as I walk the jungle path

They remember ones like me

They hold me, sing my name

Mother’s body, so open and alive here

So fresh with the giving and taking of life

So warm with the heat and desire to become the next form, shape, thing

And the waters of life, so powerful and vast

reach beyond imagining into the unknown

They hold me and remind me of the one in the many, and the worlds waiting to be born

I will sing your song on the city streets

I will call your name on lonely nights

I am a child of your freedom

and in you I am born again and again

—KA 2014