* Sniffing the soil

I search new ground
sniffing the soil
checking the air
My senses on high alert
asking the Earth Mother
where do I step next?
Show me Mother
guide me
hold me
love me
I am homeless.
My tribe has left
and an empty pit has
settled into my stomach.


Has my tribe
moved on without me
Or is it I who
have moved forward?
I question now ..
were they ever my tribe?
was I so blind and gullible
not to know?
no matter.
I still find myself
in very new territory
alone.