By Xiomara
I am we
a piece of the whole
the collective essence of life.
We are the roar of the sea
smashing against the cliffside
or the salt left behind in the grains of sand
sweet sugar mango glowing
as it drops into eager hands
mouths hungry for its nectar
the sun beating down on a dirt road
while heat waves dance in the distance
the earth that quakes in summer time
or the pulse of once-still waters.
Winds of Time
of times past
excite the surface.
I am we
a piece of a whole
the collective essence of life thriving in the embrace of our mothers’ arms
backs strong as ancient bedrock
her hair wild like the mangroves of old.