Invincible Invisible Roots
Childhood roots are gone
dug up and burned,
fuel for factory farms
killed by herbicides and
pesticides, chemicals and
GMOs
Lysol sanitized
after death.
I listen to the music of their kin
and hear the beauty
that was thrown away
in frenzied sightless
rush for progress
drab and ugly progress.
But roots are tougher
than I knew
and with me yet
wherever my wandering feet
may find themselves.
We’ll never see
our birthplace and
tears and anger
won’t change that.
Today my roots are here and there
in every place that I have been,
invisible tendrils waving from
my heels
leaving bits in other soil
I take them with me
everywhere.