I Am Song

I am seamstress
Fabricating a map of the future
From cloth I have woven by hand
Spun from distant field
Permeable and soft
So that you may breathe
When days are hot
And you cannot escape the weight
Of air.
I am storm
Filled with more than I contain
Each drop unleashed
What will become sustenance
Held in your praying hands.
I am song
Sung through the ages
So that you can remember
You are already home.