We were cloven, our earth rent
asunder. We became
ravines where predators bedded
down to dream about the hunt.
But the earth heals when the earth knows
the pathways of its roots. Slowly, our earth draws up
to weave a new land, and we grow
lace over our rifts. We become
clothed in tapestry and twill, we embrace
our piecework kaleidoscope infused
with light, split and whole.