Embodiment No.1 poem March 2026
Felt and been
Never gone
your spirit
present, resilient
in me
you are woven
you are fire
you are survival
I saw you
I see you,
Blanca Ester
my grandmother
from river
from dry land
from forest
the wind
carries us
in dust
dancing plumes
behind the horses
moving south
Felt and been,
never gone
