from handfuls to coasts, islands to continents
the color of sand
shifts, sings sunlight, spring & summer
lingers in autumn
impressed hues shaded by obsidians
ochres, siennas, oxides, burnt umbers,
purples & deep emeralds where blood rivers run
speckles & scarred flesh,
flecked with memories,
and deep lines in the palms of both hands since I was seven
and I imagine what it could be like
to deconstruct the concrete
we inherited - what we were born into,
what was man-made –
so the earth can breath
…not stopping at cracks, or fractals, or rubble,
but pulverizing to dust & grit,
to be carried by wind, by water
or to turn
beneath our weight or by earthquakes,
to dance with soil.
on this foreign land
will concrete remember
what it is to be sand?
to be pebbles or deep ocean beds
after medians, barriers, walls,
parking lots, foundations of racist statues, capitol buildings, or skyscrapers stroking egos
sands stolen from the opposite side of the ocean
- the edges of our motherlands -
like the eucalyptus, the palms, and the black & brown peoples brought here.
image ID: photo of a riverbed in shallow clear water, a collection of pebbles that are yellow ochres, red oxides, siennas, and umbers are in the middle in the bed of sand, ripples on the water come up from the bottom left corner creating a pattern of light across the sand.
this poem is published in Kapit-Bisig, a zine created by the San Francisco Progressive Filipinx Caucus.