Laura Mooney
Rage as a Forest; Resilience as an Ecosystem When we burn it all down, You will be the first sapling to crack the crusted shell of blackened earth. When the rain rushes to meet our outstretched hands, You will be the vine curving skyward to imbibe from its nimbus bosom. When our Mother Earth is young again, You will be the redwood tree and by my hands or my daughters’ never again shall your towering limbs be felled. My Sister, there are worlds within You that man can never touch, never till. This land is boundless and wild and tender. For Our rage is a forest, teeming with life and promise, aching for expansion. For Our resilience is an ecosystem, mutual aid and symbiosis, self-sustenance and rebirth. As we roll into position and begin again, I hear a sparrow song by the light of day and know it to be true.
Volume LV | 41
