Day 119: water

a single drop can change the tide
a single tear can break bread
a single woman can call the storm
our bodies are creatures
gods of water
fire
fiece prayers
brokens laws
we are holy scriptures
in a sining universe
learning to sing off kety
off beat
off tppic
learning to be beautiful mistakes
holding storms as pinky promises under skin
we are falling
creating the universe like we created gravity
by trying to learn to feel the roots beneath our feet
by trying to learn to feel the roots beneath our feet
look at the story tellers in the creased of your palms
at the rising surf of your traditions
every new wave still brings the same water
still holds the same change
stills breathes the same gods
our language sweating salt
our skin crting family
blood we are changing
adding drop by drop
a new child is born
every day
a new destiny is written
a new possibility realized
we are waiting to discovere our brilliance
our tears
sweat
blood
the lines on our skin
spoken traditions
like our palms
change with the simplest addition
with the slightest recognition
with the calmest storm
a single drop can change the tide
a single word
puts thought to motion