Landing

I will take this
warming
with the fresh air
tickling the blinking,
​watery-eyed sea;

​hard-worked hands
waving;
unknown (any)bodies
​dancing
at me
while I wait.

I will take what is in me:

All the air-thoughts that
touch me
​and the land-voices
greeting my
​foot-souls searching
for sand.

​(I know my name here!)

​where the grass-needles
stab me
​and the grass fleas
bite me
​in the beating
white sun

heating my hands and knees.

​I kneel, sit.  Lying,
as the wet grass
dries
and plays
​noughts & crosses
on my skin.

The day-star shines
on my adoring face,
blindingly,
through the tree leaves
wriggling
against the wind-still
blue.

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I will take all this with me:

​All Her earth-gifts
coming
​to me from the
sharp-cut surface of
our
​diamond-heart(ed)

​Africa.
​

from 'Earthling' in Its inside-out & orange.