The wind guided me like the vigilant mother.

Cautiously observing her daughters first march through the garden.

Proud as if none had walked before and none would do so since.

Without knowing the wind became my mother.

The ocean’s water afforded me a form of meditative distraction.

like the father lost in prayer to the deity of his choice.

Forever present and irrevocable in it’s standing.

Without knowing the water became my father.

The earths soil gave me energy that was befitting to the land.

An elder brother who spoke about days before his sibling.

Telling stories of the few that conquered and the many whom disappeared .

Without knowing the earth became my brother.

The fire eyeballed me like the wise grandmother penning her book

Writing tales of her childhood riddled with the futility of hindsight

warming the room with the knowledge it could destroy it  

Without knowing the fire became my grandmother.

The four quarters merged together,

a compass for the traveler's use,

guiding a young man far from his home,

the elements: his family on his wonderful muse.

DV