rooted

Last updated on February 20, 2026

by: echo vetter
staff writer

i can hear my guts

speaking to me

louder than they ever have

they speak to me of freedom and passion

they speak to me of devastation

of a ravaged Earth

feast for some, famine for others

for no other reason than

the random fate

of skin and birthplace and DNA

and the grief grows

and the rage rages

and the spine straightens

and the roots deepen

and the throat opens

and the tears fall and fall and fall and fall

and they ask the eyes to open

and they ask the heart to widen

and they ask the hips to soften

and they ask that we move

shake

lie down

stand the f*ck up

speak the f*ck up

shut the f*ck up

when it is our time to

listen

learn

melt

apologize

for our blind certainty

our ignorance in the face of suffering

to give up our idols

to repent

and return

to the earth and the stars

where this all began

you, i, we

the universe herself

incarnate

in a moment

forever