I wrote this a few years ago. I'm sharing here in full and adding the comment that it's funny how you preach to yourself when you don't...

I want to feel so connected to a piece of land that I know it's contours in my heart. I want that for home. I want to feel it shift along...

I used to be uncomfortable using the word god, the name ‘God’. I mean is God really his name or just some title someone bestowed long ago...

There are billions of women wrapped around my spine Old women soon to be women not yet born women Each the mother a mother in her own way...

I miss tobacco Leaf on the outside Smoke on the inside Making my body my life a ceremony.

Air freshener in a can, can you imagine tryin' to put the wind in a thing to spritz calling it not good enough by naming it Spring Fresh...

Hair braided by white or web Who's to say it's not starlight itself Bridging the beyond and the body Woven across time to tendril

Firmament...Say it out loud Doesn't it sound when it rolls from the tongue like something solid underneath the feet A place that births...