We Know Capture Of The Infinite
We know capture of the infinite, a stone that defies chance, bearing its emerald, our breathing bodies, unborn, then born in violet from under the ground, the swoop of orbits, planets holding us to unborn reaches, and what we know, we fly through each other, back home. We fly into each earth that was made before we felt the trees that held us in their bodies of flowing sun. How little we have been allowed to see! The bone stars throw down their grief into plants, and as we move, we let the parts work freely. So now this is! Dolphin! Human! We are nowhere where the grass is stronger than the ocean swelling through herds we begin as, and we are thrown back into graves of lightning a tree shows on the back of a winged beetle.
Radical Nature
After months away from the coast, I see rock lifting itself from the foothills, I see whales diving down into the earth of their ocean, into the light of their planet, in the massive rock becoming their bodies. This is a possible way, as are cactus gardens whose spirits bring offerings found between us in what we use, or in granite chips in the armor of beetles, the wait of the owls, skies at dusk hung between years of talking, in the accent, or color of his hair when he speaks. Tonight I stand near the waves, near their roar, their coming into being, their starlight that sounds like sitars, slowly veined through what will ground the seeds of a task, through the air of an approach a person makes, thinking of what will happen not who we are, where the bird flying through the movement of a hand is part of what the hand does. Radical nature serves, as an exponent. It strengthens us, from inside the trunks of willows and oaks. It glides up, behind the sliding continents that speak in our words.
