Another big wave
The sun shining balmy and undisturbed.
You, Mother Earth, are the host to many lives
offering birth, life and even death.
Shuttering exists, but nothing
will ever break you.
The land is dry.
Your aquatic sons,
confused and surprised,
are dying in these moments
short before your anger arrives,
destroying their fellow humans and
everything they did to seize your lands.
The escalation is hasty and seemingly careless;
ferocious and awaited, yet unpredictable like always.
Everything lays on the sand now, the Earth has been brought
back to its origin, restful; disorder is gone, nothing but
the birds can be heard. You have left, but you will be back.
Each time as it was the first time, unforeseen and unable
of teaching us the most important of all lessons.
Another big weave still won’t be enough
for us to learn to take care of you.
Forgive us, Mother Earth,
and we will forgive you,
for hurting us.
The deafening weight
Like cotton on ears
forgetting my fears.
Like lead in my heart
that’s falling apart.
The silence has come
in the form of a hum;
the silence is here,
for so many years.
A weight on my shoulder
like carrying a boulder,
the weight of your silence
and I lose my balance.
Your thunderous noise
brought tears to my eyes;
I heard the nothingness,
that resides in your quietness.