Pachamamita Mía

Pachamamita Mía

indigo feathers unweaving into soil
gills clogged with plastic guilt
ghost forests haunting concrete jungles

thinking all is lost
clinging to butchered beauty
living in the past

Pachamama

The web of life is molting;
shedding scarred skin.  
Celebration, evolution, ecocide;
all compost of the rotting past.

Whiffs and whirls stir the air.
Bioluminescence ripples
through rhizomes and ventricles.

Pachamamita

I am ever changing.
Thunder whispers
and tsunami flusters
can’t hide the moon.

Commune with my time seers.
Dolphins hear the future.
New skin brings new ways.

Pachamamita mía

whale spinning
grizzly fishing
eagle diving

condensing cumulus
melting ice
crystalizing lava

immutably fluid

Perhaps Mother Earth is shedding her past like a snake sheds its skin, all at once.