Poem: I need a new way

oh orenda, show me my coordinates
oh sophrosyne, the mysteries of my blood

cloudwalking through mountains of time
Take me to where lime grows wild

I ache for the dirt under a fern
I need a new way—

oh sillage, years gone from fabric
but never the smell of light on your skin

Liy Yusof, 31. June 2018.