Get in the ditch when the plains sky gets green
Let your night vision click in
Listen to the bullfrogs
Wave at the neighbors,
Be aware of your periphery.
Listen to yourself, dear,
Auntie said, maybe she spoke of love,
And trust your gut
And say thank you
For more fireflies this season
Always watch the sky
Smell the earth & air—
My iteration of how
I have to try to live,
My lessons, just blooming
More somehow, amid
A million other
Beautiful ones
I so want
To hear.
I search for a peaceful place
No one will find it for me
No one will define it for me
No one will deter me
I take in my place here
I take in my life,
Its colors and textures
And stepping away,
Into the great mystery
It is all of it
Just a peace
A piece
Air and shadow
That stay as we depart.
The Dipper
Orion’s Belt,
My frail self says, oh
No one will believe me in
My clarity, but
You have to believe me,
The sky with its incomprehensible points
Infinite sketches of
Ancient knowledge,
Their assessments & guides
And the frogs, they’re quiet.
It’s hot.
Dew point to be wrestled
With and all the rest
But no matter,
I tell you there is constancy
Wonder
And the comforting homeostasis
Of the momentary right
I don’t think that I can know
Only feel.
All is well?
Maybe?
Does a nanosecond count?
