Extinction

By Raquel Reyes-Lopez

In a water well my reflection
ripples. This is how I speak
with God. He begs me not
to wander away from shore,
to stay.

He says “When the tree’s shadow
forms a cross behind your cabin
just pray. It will be alright.”

Sometimes, I can hear God crying.
This is a holy ground, here, he is kept
alive.