homeland, yes, for better or for worse...
homeland it is.
to know and be known by
to feel for
be drawn to
be lost in
be held by
be thrown through time
beloved and decomposed in
recomposed in
dreamed and breathed in
grown and ground into the land

the little stone
the million years of memory in
the little stone
radiant the little stone we
listen to the memory of
the little stone that lies upon the dust
the dust that we become
from where we come
the dust and rain of homeland

homeland is a little stone and
love is dust
that settles on a hand ,upon a life.


A little life that falls upon the land
at last
a little rain
how radiant the little stone
the little life ground into dust
and into layers
into hills
and memory and clouds
the dust upon the hand
is homeland.


Cheers, rain, peace.... Michael.