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// p o e t r y

fisterra
by Rebecca Herrera Alegria

here]  
       
we are
                 gathered at the end of the earth to offer our clothes, our
language, and our tired feet over to the atlantic. the
july sun releases itself like a flood and time gives up.




                                                           here] we are ancient beings, gold-soaked in a thousand 
eyes.
a few thousand years ago this was where the trail ended
and where catholic saints burned incense over the rocks,
where they blurred the edges of the horizon line and the
pilgrims cracked themselves open.

                                                            [your journey ends here. you've anointed yourself in oil,    
you've carved spirits from pine trees, you've recited
every hymn over fire. listen close enough for the harp
strings and the trumpets. come down on the cliffside
and taste the galician saltwater. try not to fall over.]

| here]

on these european coastlines black-sail ships embarked
over the edge of the earth less than a few thousand years
ago.
                                                            [my grandmothers were burying jade and carving
basalt into prayers.]
                                                            [my grandmothers were rocking their babies below
deck and sung hymns in gold.]
across this wide atlantic lays centroamérica in contradictions.
across this wide atlantic we've cast nothing but moons and dreams. |
                                                            here] is where the druids built the earth from stone
and spirits.








about the author // Rebecca Herrera Alegria

Rebecca Herrera Alegria (she/her) is a New York born and raised creative girlie. She is currently the managing editor of Fifth Wheel Press, and you can find her publications listed on her website, allirherrera.wixsite/site. You can also find her on twitter @strawburrymoon and on IG as strawberry.img

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