The desperate need
to feed and be fed by the ‘call’ of nature
has become a ‘creed’ (yes, indeed!) like a prayer:
That my life might in…in its utmost passion – and strife –
be contingent on the indigenous ways of tribal days
being available once again.
In our indigenous
reappraisal of the many ways that nature
slays us with delight.
Of our atmosphere being one
she breathes and breathes out and in,
and in…in all together.
We are one
as one bound,
wound, and well-rounded Nature!