as we all are,
with an un-formed intellect,
I am unable to recollect the early days
of my xenization on this complex planet.
At first, In my simplicity, I thought
that I was all, and all was me;
but after a while
I began to
my mother was herself,
close by, but beyond my borders,
as was my teddy bear, and even my vest.
the trees above me were more distant,
and the sky was far away.
as mere extensions of myself
took on their individual characteristics,
became recognised as foreign bodies,
and I was left feeling –
as we all do –
in a sense of isolation,
it is easy to forget that
this world we inhabit
Xenization: The fact of journeying as a stranger.
Xenodochial: Given to receiving strangers; hospitable.
©Jane Paterson Basil