28 June 2019 – Trento, Italy

‘homesickness’ she is magic, home. the clouds come over, the rains fall on our little old mountains, backs rounded from the years. sandstone cliffs soar above my head. rivers flow through my heart and out the other side, roaring. i dream of a little tent under a dusky sky, friends tucked up inside, star gazing until our hearts are full to bursting. so when i hear my country’s wilderness whisper to me through the core of the earth, through my core, i listen and i remember. she is still there – she remembers me and i remember her. we are not going away. the clouds in my heart will clear. feet in the dirt will come again in time.