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