Sometimes when I wander
does the earth look back at me?
Through a cloud, or blades and leaves,
Or the branches of a tree.
A Gaiantess of indivisible proportions,
whispering in the wind
“It’s got nothing to do with gods and goddesses
or whether or not you’ve sinned.
It’s simply me, I’m everywhere,
And I thank YOU when you stand and stare,
Drawing in my gift of air
And stop to wonder for a while.’
I feel her smile.
Kat Robertson. 2017.