From the crease of my working arms,
tales of my choices and the ends I chased.
Footsteps in reverse my memory runs races.
I doze love of humanity and wake to violence.
I am called to the day,
To spin hope
like gloves for a lifetime.
Work them raw with weaving work.
Run with the wool between my legs,
Colors drop and climb.
I want to touch the earth.
As I live of wings and fire.
I look for the hill that can reach me
and won’t bind me.
I want to touch the water,
so that it takes me completely.
But I need air for my wings and fire.
I look for the rock to sustain me,
and accompany me.
I want to grow like the tree,
with its roots and branches.
Leaves that dance with the wind
and follow the sun.
I want to find the soul.
I swear that I recognize its whisper,
with that irrefutable rhythm,
I pray that it grabs me.
Original Words and Images:
Justine Marrion Massey
+ Weave the Americas murals with Catriel Nicolás Gauna