Land Of My Belonging



Photo: Aldo Leopold


















As I flee to this other land
my pilgrimage is that of a new man
I have heard of her celestial covering
of streams that gush out of her like truth sobering

Though my advance towards her is staggering
Her purpose with me is subtle, yet settling
No one will deliver me to her arms
So I let this war within carry me like a soldier in arms

I start off on this turbulent path
with the only currency being the vast nothingness in my bag
I am scarred by my fears
And yet I am washed by my tears

I am awash the shore of latter years
an open bottle whose message sailors marked as read
The receipt of my expenditure is stamped with experience
there’s no trading in this merchandise

And so this garment that has fit me all this time rends
its threads, corners and colours stretch
it fits no more, and it can no more fit anyone
because the measurements of my heart are the building of one

Land of my belonging
I arrive in my longing
I understand my coming
I now ascend to my going