i stand still in one spot an inch of rubber keeps me from sending down roots from my feet the earth waits patient because she will be be here after i am gone whether I have connected to her or not but how much easier it must be to return if our roots have networked the soft loam burrowed past the worms intertwining
Tag: earth
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
tectonics (20170331)
the continents move on their own
subduction abduction conduction reduction
transformation realization ablation elation
earthquake milkshake hard to take big mistake
i keep waiting for the earth to stop rattling
i keep waiting for
i wait
weltschmerz (20160623)
taking a walk
through the industrial district
near work
is just like
being in paradise
you have the real breeze but
it can’t compare
to the warm wind whipped up
by the giant delivery trucks
and rumbling passenger-less trains
or the sweet scent
of diesel and gas
borne gently
on that wind
like a lily’s fragrance
the ground shakes
with traffic
as if the earth is new
and making itself
ex nihilo, ad infinitum
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 20150401
everything starts as a seed
buried in the warmth of earth
buried in the dark of the earth
they say that we struggled out
of the sea
millions of years ago
that may be the truth
but it is much more true
that we break through the crust
of soil, climbing out of darkness
reaching for the yellow light
reaching for the heat
and gazing at the blue expanse
Poem 20150227b
let the world be made of skin
let the world be covered in skin
so that when we walk across her
barefooted, dew clinging to our legs
a chill might run across her flesh
the earth should moan with pleasure
under our weight, as we press upon her
pressing our skin against her skin