Afraid to sleep,
we keep on working.
Afraid to sleep,
We meet the dawn
from either end.

When light comes,
its continuity calms us
and ancestors watch over us,
as we sleep in fits and starts.

Outside the kitchen door,
Señor Romero's own grapevine
says: "Buenos dias!", says
"Gracias a la vida!"

Reaching up to the sky
Long arms miles high
Up to fairytales and clouds
Out of distance of barking hounds

Stretching tendrils thin and long
Caring not for right, nor wrong
To the sun in the sky
Hot and cold, wet and dry

Leaves and flowers
Sun and shade
And a place and that they have made

Dirt and water
Sky and fire
Out of reach, climbing higher