HEaRt I
Sasha Siem
We tried running ourselves
Into the speed of light but without touching
The ground.
Thought the earth was a place to protect
Ourselves from and then found her
Not a prison but a prism reflecting all that we are not.
The earth is not dirt.
The earth is our mother.
We are made of earth.
The earth is mostly asphalted.
So we search for soil.
And walk with our souls on the earth
To heal as a people.
Our legs will engrave our legacy.
The earth birthed us.
And the will take us back.
Will tuck us into her cradle.
Will carry our bones like miracles
To the grave.