Elucidating Questions

There’s something about about calling people who live somewhere “local”, there’s something about citizenship, boarders

There’s something about them that just make me a bit uncomfortable

My blood comes from Celts whose clans were their place

There is wildness in me that I feel every day

How I interpret the world

How I experience the world

But to be a local, to be a citizen, to have boarders

Is to feel one has a claim over the land

Over the wildness and the impossible to predict conditions

Do you own the Earth when she quakes?

Do you own the Earth when the storm blows down trees and carries umbrellas accidentally left open away for miles?

Can you own it?

The wild creeps in

Familiar with

But you cannot own the land

She is but herself only herself

I wish we lived in a world that knew you cannot own the Earth

That knew if you tread to hard she would buck you off and away

Perhaps blow you off into space if she so feels

Heck if the Sun so feels.

Things unthought of will happen

It’s already happening

My diary at the end of the world