To Be Found

Tears spill

To nurture dry red sand

The gentle planes of Andalusia retain

the soft pitter-patter of rain

and stamping heels

that slap the earth to the roots

Because I am earth I am earth

And I wait to be found

To be found

But again and again

I leave my tierra

That embrace buried

In the deep salt mines

The clang of the iron

The wailing of the mineros

Put out the fire please

Put out the fire my dear

For it burn burn burns

And now the salt is over-spilling

And is falling into open skin

Put out the fire

Put out the fire dear

For it burn burn burns

And the water runs over broken pavements

Drips into drains to roots of the earth

For I am earth I am earth

To be found

To be found

Look for peace

Within that gentle touch

Or smile

Or photo

A cracked warm hand

Tracing a finger

Along the sand

Brown on white skin

Weaving around and around

But to look, but to look and

I am earth I am earth

To be found

To be found.