A Wildflower In This Desert (2015)
approx. duration – 5 minutes
Poem by Felicia Chavando
Savage are the seeds that slip through my fingers,
Upon the parched skin of my great mother,
Letting them loose like prayers on these fierce winds,
They land by the will of what will be,
And take refuge in the compacted clay,
Waiting patiently, with so much thirst yet so much trust,
For they know that when the clouds shed their blessing even just once,
they will grow bright and abundant for many generations to come,
thriving beauty amidst many odds,
I smile at the miracle of a wildflower in this desert,
With great gratitude for the warrior things that grow here.