I know my name
I know my name
the land rises in quiet welcome
to meet each foot as I step
in wonder and curiosity
a crunch of twigs on red dirt
a glint of quartz in rock
I know my name
I know my name
all the things I didn’t know
choices I made while I did my best
mercy with me before I knew her
strength inherited from many lineages
paths I’ve taken
oaths I’ve made
I know my name
I know my name
who knows what wonder
what sacred secret words
where sunlight touches gold
when moon and stars are light in darkness
I know my name
I know my name
on this other side of the world
still the ravens crying
still the clay solid in the ground
still the whistling of wind
still the speaking of trees
still the sacred mountains
still the old names
still the wheeling of the year
I know my name
I know my name
as I breathe
this ancient new air
as I drink
this cooling holy rainwater
as I wander the dark
to see the moon
I know my name
I know my name
thunder over the desert
wind rocking tossing trees
bringing the blessings of rain
on a land as old as memory
I know my name
they know my name
— Phoenix Kelley, January 15 2025, near Mt. Korong Australia, the Dreaming
Half of my coven started their paths here. This land knows them, cherishes them, recognizes them.
There is so much that I cannot hold it all; but I don’t need to hold it all. It is not my job to hold it all, it does not belong to me.
This land belongs to itself. I am only a moment in time, but my name is true forever. Here we meet in this tiny perfect moment.
A poem began speaking itself into my mind as we were coming back from a trip into town, as we passed Mount Korong. My words may add nothing of meaning, but I needed to speak them.
May they also speak to you.
There is wonder all around. And it might know your name.
xox, Nix
featured image is a photo by Heiko Otto at Unsplash
