Bread Of Clouds Poem by rosalinda flores martinez

When would you seek my face

and drink my blood,

beg white lilies that flow

gather yellow sunflowers that scatter?


The howling hyenas frighten you

with their big flashing eyes

and the lions teeth and claws

gnash and prance at your smell

waiting at the foot of the mountain.


You will never come,

and see the gleaming beauty

that hides when the moon is full

when stars surround forest

till you bow and rake your fields.


Dance!

When the sky is open

When the rain falls

when the trees sway and sing

when the night folds.


Then wait!

Till break of dawn snuggles you

then God cries

then God laughs

then God molds blood

like bread of clouds,

to pelt the fields and

feed your mouths.