I dig for
Pieces of my heart
That I buried
To keep myself safe
As cold earth flies through the air
I’m reminded of childhood
Where I buried myself in the sand
To feel warm and hugged
Keep this part of me safe, Pachamama
I’ll be back in the spring
As tree limbs stretch out
And bluebonnets fanfare bloom
I remember
The other brown girl in the back of the classroom
She would click her nails
On hard surfaces too
To remind herself that she’s here
In her body
As bubbles of untold stories
Tickle her throat
As the wheel turns
It’s our turn
To break ancestral curses
Strut up to the front
Sink our toes into warm earth
And shine with our imperfect humanity
Our ancestors will cheer
As our hands gently unearth
Hidden treasure
As words flow with ease
Coating our throats with amber honey
Remembering to dance with the wind
And stretch toward sunlight
