Awakening is our first offering praise, an open eye taking in first light, space, color ~ A stretch, body’s first gift of movement, vibration, cells alighting, muscles expand, remembering~ Gratitude. Warm contentment, Freedom before thought weightless presence, first breath, Joy ~ our ultimate prayer.
I saw you tonight, just after sunset, plucking small scales from
sand, the Pacific rolled back as far as vast, timeless- your slate cleaned by
expanse, even the crabs withdrew in yearning, your tears glistened grey
I saw you tonight, just after sunset, plucking small scales from sand, the Pacific rolled back as far as vast, timeless- your slate cleaned by expanse, even the crabs withdrew in yearning, your tears glistened grey breaching a swell, a strait, the dunes of your cheeks, hope and fog swirling
cumulus above hurt. These are the vistas you will forget by morning, as you place each scale like a sequin on the bare skin of your shoulders, filling in blanks, erasing vulnerable, to become or shed, a counterbalance mended in
dreamtime, where only the fish know, pelagic ones drinking down your tears each night, swimming into bays, spits, coves, to shed more scales to help you cover, mend, soothe that pale membrane, the cool damp of your exposed back, where raven’s wings have stopped just shy of whole, full, metamorphosis fettered, that stasis where truth shivers itself warm.
when I came to see you,
time was the shirt on your back
unraveling as we walked…
This visit, when I came to see you, time was the shirt on your back unraveling as we walked. You led the way, down flower fan path, your hand so firm on mine, it pressed each moment from blood into bone and back- new territory, before desert, my skin yielded in tiny coils, touched chert in Rock-that-tells-stories, its crevices filled with moss and shell, wet waving tentacles.
So, the last photo I posted apparently wasn’t such a mystery; Laura guessed it within seconds of posting; Pacific Abalone, the green spp. Although she is a CA girl, with perhaps an unfair familiarity ;), she wins. And since she already has all 4 of my CDs, I gave her another gift, besides music. The last post, and this photo- hints of what has been keeping me busy lately, beyond musica.
And here is another~
The great Southwest. NV with sagebrush in the foreground and as far as the eye can see; Desert Sage. This was also a common plant and scent of much of my Arizona childhood. It’s hard to explain, but I came home from the last tour across the Southwest, from California, Arizona, New Mexico, to Colorado– a little heartsick. I don’t know why, but it feels strangely, as if… I left my heart behind on the last tour, somewhere between Durango, CO and Joshua Tree, CA. So I will try to explain in the next few posts, to come close in poems, starting tomorrow; shed light. All in time for April’s National Poetry Month; a poem a day, every day for 30 days. + MicroPoems on Twitter.
I’ll still be posting musings, New Inspirations, and Artist Crushes, but poems and poetic prompts will be mixed in. It’s always great to connect with the Poetry community this time of year. This always motivates me to post more. If you are posting poems in April, leave a comment on any post this month, with a link back to your site so we can all visit/comment. It feels good to feel poets hard at work writing daily all across the globe! Great also to stop by each others sites and say ‘Hey keep on going!’ 😉
You called it.
Leaving a high bog to skirt
a canyon, sea urchin spines
tracing our path down a wall, and
over, oyster ridge to the Pleocenes…
Epoch walk you called it.
Leaving a high bog to skirt a canyon, sea urchin spines tracing our path down a wall, and over, oyster ridge to the Paleocenes.
Winded, we climb upriver gather discs and arcs past Miocene mists, to the boulderfield gateway of glass cuttlefish, rays giant ammonites.
Finally, sun fixed high, where all seas retreat this treasured lagoon at our feet, a crusted floor
of barnacles, bone shards, trilobite stepping-stones, scored iridescent with nacre.
Abundance. You look at the horizon to tell time-
Here, we weren’t yet predators, you and I
I eye you carefully. Smart enough to flee. Fast. Soft. Bony enough to fit, trap snugly in my shark tooth grasp.
This poem is inspired by Corey and her inspiring collection of found objects from collecting excursions. In her Etsy shop TreasureHider, you can find fossilized coral, shark teeth, oyster shells, belemnite, ray dental plates, and small mammal bones- all found on her walks around the Chesapeake. Holding them, and imaging where and when they were found, takes me on a fantasy walk through epochs, where predator/prey relationships shift like sand.