Listen LouderAt Dawn,a world was blown of glass:tiny egg with a garden vocation.It took no morethan a stifled coughto topple the tipping pointand reusean organic storyto retrofitour speedof change.The nexus of stemming contentand incarcerated vegetablesmay force our attentionto wise salmon.Then we will float our allegianceto practice the relationshipof global unionto less-than-managean Earthfilled with still breathsinging the forgotten tonguesthat we will only know ifwe listen louder than we speak.
The Tree SpeaksThe Tree speaksto those who listen.She is so passionatefor earthand waterand sky;So determined to live--so eager to love.Perhaps you have heard her weepfor the soil--whose painsoaked up through her rootsand sent sorrow shiveringthrough her limbs.Hearing her,my heart,a sack swollen with tears,stirs against the cageof my ribs--like a birdyearning to feel the sky.
One Hard Thing...Seeing with a child's eyesunlocks yearsof dormant wisdom--ripened for picking.It is leftfor those enormously braveto tastethe bittersweet elder kernelsand face the worldthrough a glass of honesty.
CancerAmethyst crabsfrolic across the astral beachpoking holes,accumulating liquid--the swirling ink wellof the world'sinspiration.
For AlliePrehistoric trees grinas geriatric reptilesstomp in large leaf-pileswith the aidof fiber wizards--leaping throughrabbit holes--excited to digest life.
For ErinSway into the controlled skipof antique shoes.Dirty pans stagnatewith a phone grudgedissolved through gigglesand brave pandascollected in astill frame.