webs collect in the shadowed corner above my head over my desk i try not to disturb them no arachnid artifice no dried up husks offered as proof of services rendered for peaceful coexistence just a little electrical charge a little dust tracked in from outside some dead skin cells the hair from the dogs or maybe the cat who even now tries to claw her way up my leg to settle in my lap or purring against my chest these are atomic ancestors descendants yet unborn related not by dna but by nuclear half-life electron clouds vibrating strings no ashes for me after death for i have spent my life spreading myself generously with every itch scratched and every casual exhalation
Tag: dirt
hand washing (20170628)
i watched the water
take the soap
in a small spiral
down the drain
it carried the dirt of the day
lizards in freshly tilled earth (20170602)
i become a slight movement in the earth
a ripple through fecund soil
crawl with my belly against a warming mother
so warm i hear my pores open
welcoming the sunlight like a friend
long-forgotten
Poem 20151222
the water trickled under the fence
at first
carving out a channel
through freshly laid earth
swelling
rising over the edge
of the sidewalk
carrying soil
over the curb
a dirty waterfall
washing down the street
to puddle and waste
the water carried the earth
as the water always carries the earth
eroding it
and making new canyons
the dry riverbed
in sedona
rusty red from being submerged
millions of years ago
now hot and dusty
and waiting for rain
to carry boulders the size of jeeps
over cliffs
dirty waterfalls
earth carried
in the invisible hands
of water
Poem 20141206
uncovered in the earth
something half-formed
white and translucent
curled up like you’re waiting to be born
waiting to be unleashed
an elder god in miniature
but really just a
larvae
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