la primavera prima donna
Thank you for the water that birthed us
and all of our kin
Thank you your kindness and love
a harvest within
Thank you for the seasons, the cobs, and
Thank you for the brains
inside of our heads.
Great fires are burning,
the winds how they roar
By disgrace, race and war
Creating a world with no promise
Thank you Pachamama.
Thank you for your strength and abundance, despite
I’m sorry for
the pain we cause you and each other
Thank you for absorbing our struggle
in your aquifer spirit
That we may transform and return, blessed and emboldened
nature defending itself.