When Morning Breaks


When Morning Breaks

By Cassandra Fazio

They say the currents are not safe

I long to swing from tree to tree

And still my line is answered with a cold, electrical machine

I dreamt my forest sisters came to take me back

We danced in canopies of trees

That shake the water from their backs

We slept in sleepy villages above the ground

They say our water is not safe

And yet, how else to quench this thirst

I'd rather be a woven strand

Into the fabric of the earth

And still I drive upon her face

In towns where people have no place

I dreamt my forest sisters came to guide my hands

To place my pen upon my page

To give expression to their rage

To see that things are not the same

When morning breaks

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