after my feet sunk into the deep, damp dessicated rock
and sprung out again,
after the wild wind had beaten my face,
having me squint like a flock of birds,
flying south in a storm,
after inhaling the air,
seeing tiny things growing in obscure places,
miniature holes in the earth the size of my thumb nail, where
little eyes watched the human moas pass by
I walked under ancient bark,
cradled by this beautiful earth,
This ancient protective bark,
I walk under,
have walked under,
even before I could walk,
Protects me now as it did then.
Protects me as it always will.
Even though I live in the midst of native bush,
surrounded by ruru and tui,
there is nothing as centering,
as returning to the first nature one knew,
as true nature.
Thank you Karekare.