Negotion With a Volcano

We will call you "Agua" like the rivers and cool jugs We will persuade the clouds to nestle around your neck So you may sleep late We would be happy if you slept forever We will tend the slopes we plant, singing the songs Our grandfathers taught us before we inherited their fear We will try not to argue among ourselves When the widow demands extra flour, we will provide it Remembering the smell of incense on the day of our Lord Please think of us as we are, tiny, with skins that burn easily Please notice how we have watered the shrubs around our houses And transplanted the peppers into neat tin cans Forgive any anger we feel toward the earth When the rains do not come, or they come too much And swallow our corn It is not easy to be this small and live in your shadow Often while we are eating our evening meal You cross our rooms like a thief Touching first the radio and then the loom Later our dreams begin catching fire around the edges They burn like paper, we wake with our hands full of ash How can we live like this? We need to wake and find our shelves intact Our children slumbering in their quilts We need dreams the shape of lakes With mornings in them thick as fish Shade us while we cast and hook— But nothing else, nothing else