I Am The Coalescing Of…

I am the coalescing awareness of moondust and the eternal void.

I am a coalescing of modern human multiplicity — European blood living on Salish land, living by Kashmir tradition, dancing to Spanish rhythms (which are of African beats & hauntingly beautiful Moorish tunes), counting with Arabic numerals, using technology created by… wearing clothes made by…. eating foods from…

I am the heavens, in which planes now fly, and Christian loved ones go after they die.

I am the loamy earth, in which old bones tell stories of primal ancestors long past, and in which we bury plasticized goods created and no longer desired, which will linger in the soil perhaps as long as those old bones have too.

I am the glacial mountain stream, still safe to drink in some places, for people with healthy guts, and I am the bottled Coke sold to people who cannot drink their streams without poisoning themselves.

I am the coalescing of so many things, beyond ideas and thoughts and beliefs.

I am a descendent of people not from the land upon which I now call home.

There is something lost when a people leave their land.

Or when a people are forced from their land.