Times like these
I wish for witches
Apothecary instead of bodega,
Sitting by an open fire Sisters,
A long walk in the woods
A large rock to perch on while meditating
On the ripples of change,
Open air Sage and Santo Palo burning
Low united chanting
And soft but deliberate movements.
Times like this I wish for community rituals
And prayer through song,
The things white men tried to erase from me,
They return again before too long,
Breaking through the surface of violence and wicked wrong,
Tearing down the walls of fear and greed.
Life flows forever home
into her arms.