-Saeculum

You are a planet my love.

You have a whole world within you.

Every Sensient creature is part of your landscape.

the river, coursing through your arteries your family- – by nature and by nurture.

-Saeculum

Losing a sibling is a rip in a saeculum bond. It’s more than a moment, more than a month, more than a solstice.  A sibling has been with you for an existence.

It will forever change the landscape of your surface, carving vast valleys that stretch to polar edges of time and space, ripping the fabric of the continuum, diverting the arteries carrying the blood you shared.

Family is like bread,

The tending and kneading of which is tied to ancestors, and descendants, making indelible marks on the landscape of your existence.

Evidence of evolution, a very human arterial network.

Brothers and sisters are rivers, partners in refreshing a dry crust.

Together we have grown grain that required we carve away at the mountains, dredge valleys where grand rivers flowed, diverting water to a parched seed.

We worked in tandem taming and tending terraform, amassed stalks, threshed seed from husk.

Transforming grain to bread demands a tenderness, to quench and swell the velvet soft grains with water. Yeast, a living organism filling the capillaries and beckoning quiet grains to give way, to expand, to feast, to involve, and evolve.

You are bread my love, the masa that nourishes those you bring around

You have a bounty within you.

Every Sensient creature is part of your recipe.

the rising dough- your family- – by nature and by nurture.