Here in my Purlieu / by Nico Lund

In My Purlieu

I am
short frame
bent body
grandfathers crooked fingers

Grandma’s depression
dark memories
fathers hate

I am water catcher
breeze mover
sky gazer

Now my fingers are wet
now I move stones
here I find shapes

Here in my purlieu
here in silence
now I am 

The smell of damp
I hear rain
small drops on skin

I am
small moments
maker of life
mother

Grandmothers smile
grandfathers skin
mother’s frown

I am shape shifter
story maker
bird watcher

So I see movement
So I have feeling
here I touch ground

Here in my purlieu
here thoughts ensue
so I am