Wela as Root

When Wela dies & she makes six months dead, 
we wonder a quien le pedimos la bendición
like when we walk outside our house,
who will share their god 
& say we got you & say que dios te me 
bendiga & we sit in a car while the earth 
showers her children,
how she mirrors our mourning
& she makes water live & she gives us
her hands, or what her hands have soiled
bendicion, tierra
how the earth will send us a monarch mira!
She will send us a monarch 
flying & we will learn Wela winged,
orange, wet, with a blink & tomorrow,
we will learn her moth. Tomorrow, eucalyptus. 
Tomorrow, lemon balm. Tonight, my hands
in soil bagged & the soil is wet
ready to make our green live, stretching
to welcome me home & I say bendición
& I say bendición & I say bendición
& I feel her       reaching
                                                 que la tierra
te me  
                        bendiga