Rites

she jumped and put her goatskin satchel on her shoulder. she was on her way to visit her friend sky. she exchanged glances with the moon and began her journey.

she carried the news to seven villages, with the children's psalms in her mouth.
the market was full. the rains came. and she saw sky.
they slept through the night, saw the silent sun.
her message was bound in earth, a land once called home. (words by: weléla)