Buloongo: An Ode to The Soil That Sustains

When the Earth speaks, in wind and fire,

Glass and clay- I listen.

The Soil that kisses the soles of my feet

deserves to be watered.

An Ode to her sustenance and healing

Ginger, terracotta, flax and mahogany,

Intertwined. Woven together at the root

with stitches that harness a hessian embrace.

Warm but sturdy.

Buloongo bu ndi jata, the Earth that holds me


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