Fatigue
Anything that can’t
go on forever
won’t.
It feels like a crisis
until you burn out
the part that worries.
When babies grow up,
old dreamcatchers, too full,
are buried,
and while their former owners sleep
grow into rainbow snails
whose shells spiral outward, not in.
Summer
Sweet black clouds blow in
over the tall heads
of grain.
We seize the moment, you and I,
to gather berries, our fingers
stained and wet.
We wash in the river, and downstream
we see bears, napping now among the fish,
having eaten too many.
We stay up past the sun,
and by the light of cooling embers,
hold hands and wish
for nothing else.
Process can be boring. I pretend to hear my stomach growl
and look for easy crumbs to keep the boredom at bay,
but in desperation, like sea turtles eating plastic bags,
I turn to distraction
snacking on short forms that fill
my head like packing peanuts.
I allow all my thoughts to evaporate,
drift away, and in their time, dissipate.
I sit in the sun, and let the crash of the waves
keep my head full of nothing.
I wait. And listen. To the waves, saying
shhhhh over and over.
I get bored. I’ve forgotten that I can get this bored.
I try to trust the process. (I do not.)
I let the boredom settle. It coats the bottom of my mind.
At length, it tempers my concentration. And when it does,
the clouds come back, my thoughts rain down
and I collect them in a silver basin,
which I can gaze into and see myself looking back.
Graffiti
A tree was cut to make the shaft.
A tree was tapped to make the rubber.
A tree’s grave was mined to make the graphite.
Creation is destruction, of the tree,
the paper, the paint.
Possibility must give way to presence.
Destruction is creation. I will create a world
where humans are only
treated like people.
Creation is destruction. Destruction is creation.
I grasp the great current and shape it.
I imagine a better world and even if it isn’t real
I create it
and if it spreads to your imagination
then it becomes real.
I imagine a world that is fair.
I imagine a world without hunger.
I imagine a world of bizarre beauty.
I imagine a world
I imagine
Imagine
