I sit in mother
Warm with sounds of life
Surrounding me.
It’s noisy and peaceful with nature
Green and brown and blue
Cloudy and cool from rain.
The sinewy sweet threads of mangoes
Tangled and stuck in my teeth
The dripping syrup of mango
Coating my tongue
Ravenous for the sugar
Of life
And adventure.
Memories of the honey laughter of familiar souls
Mind sticky with the joy that has quenched
My searching heart.
I swallow
Reminding myself to breathe and savour the sweet mango moment
Of home
To let it settle and nourish me
To the bone.
Hunger and thirst
Inevitable again
They loom on the edges of…
And time winds
And I search for that fruit
Again
That I can’t always recall
Yet know so keenly
Longing for that soft warm embrace
Of home
THE EVOLVING KIND 