Feet plowing into the inside jut grabbing the root of a tree, I pull again until erect. On the other side of the lee, when looking back, it wasn't so far the gulf was only a crack. An aquamarine studded with peridot and tigers-eye Orb shaped hangs in space, a perfect creation. Orb shaped discord and acquisitive posession Asymmetry. The cornstalks stretch to kiss the sky endless rows of sentinels bowing to the Eastern wind.
Locusts twitch their legs in song staccato pulse surrounding shrouded in morning mist.
Bare and damp beneath my feet Mother Earth caressing, with blackened aged hand. I walk the land of my ancestors both Indian and White home again to Chesapeake. Her human children take and take, no longer do they give. Only the 'lowest' human casts. Her blood it flows in rivers, diverted by mans hand who pump in their contaminates, her fish children die - on land.