And this earth hurts more today
And this land hurts more today
And this eruption of chaos
/of undulating pain/
is louder today.
And I want to caress the bruised cheeks of the planet,
sweep into caverns of fire with sweet-honey rain—
spilling blessings for scorched land,
ashes anointing each death as silica
luminously charred in
wood soot sand
We will
replant resoil regrow
(She cries for us:
waters—engorged, contracting
oceans drumming,
!thrumming!
reminding us to listen to Her,
Our Mother)
And we grasp the roses in our palms
And we lay them on this barren ground for
new seed, for Her
new birth
©Rebecca Cavender