The Spirit Tree’s Story Resi Ibañez
I. Roots I am descended from rice terraces volcanoes, and mountain weavers From musicians and teachers Salsa dancers, line dancers, and eyebrows arched with chismosa. From every bird in the Southeast Asian field guide listed as unmistakable, I am unmistakable. Like waking up to the smell of ripe maduros being fried for Saturday morning’s breakfast I am descended from gold. Unmistakable, like the sequins on the line dancing instructor’s shirt in the church basement after Sunday Mass: Be the glitter that makes the world want to dance.
II. Branches Be the glitter that sparkles with resonance that makes the world want to dance Don’t deny your iridescent music 147
