Of this earth.

I’m made of this earth. Of her spring water from the Himalaya and, when that spring water is too cold, I mix metallic-tasting water from the bathroom water heater to it, so I’m made of that too. I have eaten snow, gulped water while taking dips into the hot springs of Vashisht and the warm waters of the Arabian Sea. I have eaten random grass and leaves across the country, because I’m half sheep half man, because I like the idea of being able to pluck and chew on all kinds of grass on any road, any mountain. Such freedom. And before all of this, I have eaten sand when I was too little to understand that this is actually a good thing.

I’m all minerals and metals and rocks of this earth. I’m her grass, I’m her dust.

September 13, 2022