the earth isn’t elsewhere

the wooden framework
of our bones
of our immorality
of the tortoise on top
as it rises from the waters
of all the tortoises
all the way down
standing on each other
rising from the waters
and I and you, you and I
rising with them to the
green leaves, light, and
holinesses creating,
sustaining, and
embracing all of us

——

the geese flying low
a snowdrift in our garden
all as it must be

——

falling petals
a vase with red
and yellow roses
upon the glossy
mahogany table

——

window of being

geese in the moonlight
coming across stilled corn
we can hear their winged prophecy
a window shining with being
formless, pure, sudden and needed,
life-extending being without need of
prayer or forgiveness
being home again
being healthy
just
to be.