I’m an animal, I tell you

I’m an animal, I tell you

Paced and measured.

In the heat you can smell the life in me straining.

From the crease of my working arms,

tales of my choices and the ends I chased.

Footsteps in reverse my memory runs races.

I want to grow like the tree,

with its roots and branches.

Leaves that dance with the wind

and follow the sun.

Tejer las Américas // Weave the Americas

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store