i was born to belong nowhere,
to walk along rocks, waves, 
the ether of luminous plankton
upon the bed of the sea. 
i existed here before this day broke
over you, untouched like dew. 

but the sun rises and i am of a new language
re-establishing verbs with proper heart. right hand 
over my breast, i fetch coffee and 
yoghurt while you read the news:
“Hyacinths will save us”. the earth
must love us after all, in diamonds and in coal.