streets full of people   with trinkets to share   offering them up for folks in despair   yandi and crystals and oils for growth   of spirit and body and mind as we go      emphasis placed on the body and mind   the heart os often somewhere behind   strange      tiny little bones of the innocent child   lookin up at me with the saddest of eyes   is her innocence in tact?   or has it been stained?   has the creature that feeds her taken it away   strange   so sad it's strange      i recognize my health   things i have been dealt   places that i have roamed   feelings i've had   things that i know      home, my home   home, my home   home, i'm home      running through the bush   and all of the trees   moving in time with my capable speed   skippy ants claw   at the edge of the bowl   of the shell of an egg   of bird long since gone   maybe it rose up    to spread it's new wings   or maybe it nourished    a stronger sibling   strange      places we roam   and people we meet   some connections are strong   and some of them are weak   1 or 2 or 3 or 4   or maybe 5 or 6 or more   strong as the roots   of a big old gum tree   and we'll carry them through   to the next life we see   strange   so beautifully strange      recognize my health   things that i have been dealt   places that i have roamed   feelings i've had   things that i know      home, my home   home, my home   home, i'm home