Belonging
What am I but a mere visitor
To here
Of Portland’s such as these
Algarcerias, Castellar de La Frontera, A Coruña, Aberdeen
No matter where both feet wander
Whatever given trodden path
Surprisingly it all becomes more apparent
That, at times, my belonging appears false
A stranger amongst people
A stranger threading water in ones own gene pool
Occasionally happening upon a glimmer or a flicker
Of self knowing in others
Quickly fading into the abyss
A solitary moment of short lived peace
Dissipates
Surrounded by and sitting in a golden shaft of soft setting sunlight
In a wondrous Andalusian autumnal garden
Gazing through a brilliant blaze
To watch it crackle and spit various flamed tongues from the heaped up stack of dried detritus
My ears attune to a grazing melody of cattle bells
Tinkling pleasure notes soothing unease
Fist sized birds roosting
Chattering and chirping their flock’s tale
Curious dogs bark a lizard into hiding
A pack of three
Excitedly sniffing and whining an ancient hunter’s cry
Whilst a sister and brother
Breath together
An aged old practice
A whisper
Sleeping siesta
I breath
A belonging