for uma...

thrown forward before settled down and into tradition...

taking leagues of breaths from lungs of others, gulping on an uncertain air..

eyes, certain.....placed well and unbending, looking forward...blinking and born with, a focus crossed in brave cross-hairs...sights set on a desire to peel apart and beyond...

wrap the world around and spin this vision...

a love for life is burning from her sunlit sky..this maidens eyes....how they pierce surrounding bystanders....yet capture each stagnant standing gaze....

as each foot touches ground there is excellence and a nature of love, a nature of yearning....a fragrance...above

let soil and seeds unite, build something, together...sincere in its blend...

if cries were told, this strong mother will take hold...and build a bridge of power and barrier...forcing out...the cold...

teeth scrape her mother tongue, with love, but a taste for something sweet, something new, contributes...toward an undying desire...to fold this borrowed map away and explore all of the earth...