​I was born
attached and blown to the dust of Africa
a fragile plant rooting in the soils of Kilimanjaro
blossoming
torn away
thrown back to slopes of jagged Alps, rough Sierras, splashing waters
replanted
flourishing with neighbours of new colours, new smells, new habits,
new sounds, new communication
and again
a new life
hot land, open land, harsh land, soft land, small land,
cold land, white land, covered uncovered land
reinventing
resettling
colourful
full of colour
painting