THINKING
Earth,
they are saying
that you are tired.
They are saying
that for too long
you have given life
to the sheep
and The People.
I am only little.
I cannot do big things,
but I can do this for you.
I can take my sheep
to new pastures.
I can take them
the long way
around the arroyos,
not through them,
when we go to the waterhole.
This way
their little feet,
their sharp pointed feet,
will not make the cuts
across your face
grow deeper.
This way
the worn pastures
can sleep a little
and grow new grass again.
I can do this
to heal your cuts,
to make you
not so tired.
Earth, my mother,
do you understand?
