The Stars
The stars are dancing hydrogen
helium atoms in the Universal sky
— and in your night a lullaby.
The stars are expanding gases
hosting planetary spheres
spinning dimensions of time and space
— and in your night ancestors
holding your sacred place.
Call me
friend.
Call me, “radiant,
gritty bird.”
Call me bird.
Call me catbird.
Call me
river
Call me
cedar
Call me
the wind on your cheek,
the turned soil,
the night sky.
In the winter,
call me bear
and in the summer, butterfly.
Call me
quiet, the one who listens.
Call me full of kindness.
I don’t care if you call me midwestern nice.
Call me a guardian, a steward,
a time-traveler, a dreamer.
Call me
mother
Call me sister
Call me a child of the stars and Universe
Call me maiden, mother, mystic.
Call me mystic,
wise with years.
Call me
NANANN
Call me Nancy
Call me
Nan.
Call me
Stands Strong in the Circle
Call me rooted,
Call me reaching,
Call me stubborn, set in stone
Call me changing,
Call me flowing
call me
home.
Mary Kay arrives to Heaven On the back of a Harley
–dedicated to Mary Kay Crawford, 1937-2014
(Mary Kay was an art therapist. This poem is based on a drawing she completed called, A date with ED)
Oh my God, she exclaims
As she enters the diner
which, between the
fluorescents and Formica, glows pink.
Coffee, black and lemon meringue pie!
she orders, taking a seat at the counter.
How you doin’? She asks the man already seated there. More roll than man, he sits in layers spilling over the counter stool.
The slice of pie arrives and is passed, have some please, she insists. It is wonderful.
Yes, Yes, it is. He smiles at her over his lowered fork.
And under the buzz of fluorescents, the layers give way to love.
Thanks, he shouts after her.
Clang, the bell slams against the glass door.
He sits, clean cup and plate
beside him.
Thank You for Showing Me the Opposite is True
When the suppression crew arrives they are warmly welcomed by Wisdom and Grace with bows and an invitation for a walk.
See how the prairie is flourishing
Look at how the compass plant follows the sun through the day
Let’s pause and notice the cup plant still holding the early morning dew
Look at the blazing stars holding the celestial light attracting the butterfly
Notice the splash of coreopsis, purple coneflower, aster, and milkweed
See how the tall grasses leave little room for invasives.
Welcome, welcome, the prairie is flourishing.
If we are need of suppressing invasives– the buckthorn and honeysuckle,
we will certainly call your crew for the controlled burn
to spark the ancient seedbed.
I
This morning, the rainbow
before the rain
The sky a diffuse light.
II
War, illness, mass shootings, a world in flame
leaving behind a home, bank accounts,
photos and grandmother’s needlework
in that moment, none of it matters,
only the hand in
your hand
as you pass death
on the street.
III
Epigenetics now tells us
what some already knew,
for seven generations trauma is imprinted
on the soul.
IV
Some are turned toward leaving,
taking intergalactic space,
rockets burn through
the atmosphere.
V
And those who always have
love the Earth anyways
the song, the dance, the tears
penetrate that greedy ash
the rain.
When I say clouds
the moving energies of this day,
emotion freely moving across sky
offerings of how beautifully holy
it is to be
stratus, cumulus, nimbostratus
cirrus, cumulonimbus,
noctilucent clouds, ice crystals
at twilight in atmospheres above.
When I say the clouds
I mean thank you.
When I say birds
the swift, fleeting wing,
a joyful passing of sound.
When I say birds,
I mean love. Above,
a large bird circles, wide concentric rings
rounding out the sky.
Blessings, floating shadows cast —
dark wing-form in gliding flight,
cloud-forms sliding over green-crowned hills–
When I say shadows,
I mean the light.
Genetics Undone
Elegant threads of DNA
genetic predisposition
softly blown away
with an extended exhale.
A spiraling journey
along strands of time
family inheritance, past
present and future unwind.
Elegant threads
a fine embroidered vestment–
Celtic knot, Nordic blue weave that center
the red, orange hue of the passing day.
Energetic strands now lay as waving lines
rippled through quantum fields
vibrating high and true. A family legacy
to honor and not possess.
This Days End
Tonight, I lay at the threshold of this day’s end
and die to everything known
vessels, skin, organ, and bone
connective tissue, mitochondria
all set free.
Tomorrow, I slip into the sensual
temple of this body,
bow to you and
smile in kindness.
Teacher, teacher
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