WRITING

biological entanglement

The potential energy that once drew you,
all at once flings you back to your origins.
From an eternity of searching
for the justification for your existence,
back to the soil of your being.

Birch limbs diverge,
offering a seat–
caressing your form,
merging with your entirety,
liberation.

And the only path forward is the devotion
of self and body, forever, to the chaotic chase
for biological entanglement.

Divinity
will no longer require
seeking one’s place
or making it.
It is.

With each step,
it follows.
It is your shadow.
Your microbiome.
The mycorrhizal connections
thriving just beneath your bones,
Breathing your belonging.

last day of summer

I drag my hands through dandelion whiskers
on the last day of summer–
tempt and taunt you,
engaged in a reciprocal strip tease of seasonal change.

My breath is warm,
and Your coolness catches on each fine hair.
You lift my whole body with ease.

I am so full of You,
tasting Your crisp autumn breath with each inhale–
the familiar and comforting taste
of rotting organics, mixing and melding.
Breathing into each other, we are simply mimicking them.
I am left delightfully frosty, and You, gently sun-kissed.

Oh, show me what it is to indulge
in the cycles of the leaves,
to grow so close to one another
to live and change and die and release.

stepping on marian blue ice

looking at thyself
looking at the sky
framed by the edge of a shallow pool
of water or of ice

through the ground and back again
into the blue divine
through thyself and space and time
an echo of sublime