I am building a home from crown down to root
rich solid foundation a cellar
of amber jars and clinking tins
laboratory and altar
ancestors on the wall
Monday morning pouring buckets of indigo water
rinsing cleansing
bathing, soaking
river my way home running spirit
from the tap
the top
waving, welcoming
soul to land
unfolding gardens
backyards becoming fairgrounds
festive home festive life
music and dancing deep into August nights
looking on from upstairs
holding the keys in my gut
soul churn
living dreams that keep on becoming