Passion of the Fishermen
By: Natalia Toledo (Zapotec Poet, Translated)
Joy and prayer bound for the sea
cross the forests with its thorns.
Hang hammocks beneath the trees.
Carry faith in their arms
to heal the cracks opened by the wind.
The road is long and narrow, the body wilts.
They cook fish with green plum and share it among them.
In the end they offer their flagging zeal
to the Creator who is everywhere.