Born under the stars mapping the journey of Taurus across the sky with the captured Princess Europa, I have always felt connected with the place where I was born, specifically the farms where my people worked and planted and harvested for generations. I feel the weight of those lands passing out of our hands, but will always remember climbing those hills and working that soil under the guidance of grandparents, aunts, and uncles, eating the fruits of that labor in the form of new potatoes and sour pickles canned in miscellaneous reused glass jars. I am sad that my son never caught tadpoles in the creek to bring to my grandmother as my cousin’s children were able to do

Muck giving under
Foot, hands clutching jarred tadpoles
Released when we left.