Speak until the
names of things 
need new ones.

A faded scrapbook,
a reassembled teacup,
a mouthful of moments. 

Home;
where your hair
smells of herbs.
The ones we planted.

SUNSHINE & FREEDOM
Here is that rainbow,
I’ve been praying for.

WARMER
Closed eyes, looking into the heat of the sun. 
Bare skin, full glasses empty –
things are looking up.

Indigenous wisdom as a path to healing, walking 4,300 km across a country and freediving into the ethereal depths.