I was welcomed in. Invited.
The elder was staunch. Heartfelt words.
Told to drink the waters, eat the food,
Enjoy the sunrises, the sunsets, the warmth, the wet,
The unfamiliar scents of undergrowth and smoke,
To chill at the unexpected violence,
The larrikinism, the embraced boganity,
To smile, and laugh, and the heroic nature of life.
Larrakia, you have bonded with my soul,
I remember the welcome,
Sitting at the outdoor cinema,
Where elders told of the pride, the love,
And the willingness to share these ancient lands,
To take away the generosity of these words,
And to remember that you are a part
Of all you experience.
I have loved you Larrakia.
Loved you like a lost cousin,
As we have tried to accommodate each other.
We have become one.
You welcomed me in.
I only take away love.
You are now my sister. With dingo energy.
Never quite trusting, a strong presence.
Guarding my existence.
Keeping me warm.
And now I leave you, Larrakia,
Knowing I will be welcomed on any return.
Knowing, at a cellular level,
That you are now as much a part of me,
As I am a part of you.
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