Rodina

Have you embraced her?
Putting the converse and jeans aside to spread your arms and say I am here mother. Once more I am yours.

Let your toes deep in her sands, allow her salty waters to soothe your insides; for you were bleeding upon arrival.

Be made!
Let yourself collapse on her shores to be swallowed and spit out.

Be born again!
Immerse in her waters and leave that old fragile skin. Let it peel off and sink.

May her sun scorch your new found skin.  May your tears find the surface.  May your mistakes be plundered by the roads to be explored just to be forgotten.

You may not believe in gods
Not even in 'us'
But you may believe in her.