The dust of my beginning

Is the Breathing of my mother’s sighs

As she heaves the hills and deserts of my Belonging

The dust of my Becoming

Is what rises from my footfalls

As I search my mother’s contours

Question her substance

Look beneath the dirt of her surface

I sweat under the sun’s eye

chill in the night’s shadow

Until I find her

Gurgling between moss and stone

revealing the secret of her Determination

Through the sweetness of this liquid sound.

I embrace the Dust of my life

As I steep in the clarity of this water

My home for a Moment,

I know the dust to be my condition

The water my reward

Together they define my existence

Without them I am an Orphan

A beggar with no hands