Sometimes, heritage is tangible,

a tactile piece of fabric,

embroidered patterns

speaking of history.

Sometimes, heritage is intangible,

or so they say,

and often they have their own idea(s)

of what heritage should be,

they of the dominant majority

who wants us to assimilate,

so that it is good for the future.

Sometimes, heritage is tangible,

the land itself, the sea itself,

the forests, the very air we breathe,

the sea is ours,

in our bones,