Connection idea/work in progress
Connection
I call this home Each blade of grass Each stone underfoot Home A homeland into which I pour my memories to connect with the rocks The voices The sighs of the ancestors Who walked this land before me If I place my foot Here There is an invisible thread Connecting me Through grass And earth And rock Through the molten core Through seabed and warm salt water Anchoring me To a teardrop island Perhaps if I lift my foot I will feel a tug on the thread Perhaps the other end Is connected to a girl With long black plaits, Walking under the scorching sun By the bomb-blasted palmyrah trees. N. Thambar |
illustration and basic maquette by Ailie Cohen
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