I stood replete 
with the 
wealth of mercy
cocksfoot, timothy
and tamarisk
the fragrance
of slow-cooked care -

gave thanks
for the 
will to receive
hope as the 
world breathed 
sward and sunlight -

My feet knew 
ancestral spirits
as the heartbeat
of this land:

the steady gait
of serenity 
and sensibility
building barricades 
of belonging -

awareness
my soul soared
with sweeping
winds of love.

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