Mother

Mother, 

I’ve spent hours now 

searching for myself

in the symmetry of your skin

in the blues and greens of your depths.

I watch the sand dance to your tides,

And see the tannins, 

like tea 

tessellate upon your earthy limbs.

I find my feet in the foot holes

of our people,

long gone now

and I know 

that this 

is where I belong.