after receiving acupuncture for my lung

I.

I wake from a dream
buying gerbera daisies
to place in a vase
the dream has convinced me I own—

since I’ve moved
I no longer know where anything hides
in the heavy, cluttered boxes
crowding closets

perpetual loss, that’s what fills those boxes
and I resent my partner
for pulling me here
and that reminds me

with a sudden catch of breath, how

very soon after
I was born
all the beauty I had ever known
faded

into endless, sterile white

I catch glimpses
now and then
of the place that came before—
yesterday—

when the needle punctured the skin
where that toe meets my sole

“For your lungs,” the healer said
and indeed, in an instant waking dream
floated
the filigree coral
suffused with softest red
of my lung
nothing less than

life’s tenuous perfection

and now the morning of the vase, here and then gone,
tells me that held in the pulse of air and blood

is a lace of remembrance

my first days here
the shock and grief
of the move—

my grief, which has been so precious to me,
for its waters
could anytime have been my river back,
back to the place before—
through drowning
in phlegm’s embrace
I would have gone many times
gladly, gladly

I would have gone
gladly, gladly

had not some faint sound
pulled me
the other way

I still do not understand that direction
all I know is—
ahead of me
the river now has shores

II.

shores of shimmering sound
embankments of my heart
reason to stay

I don’t remember sound
in that other place
not quite like ours, anyway

I was ready to play, I was ready
to throb

synchronicity

bird and my eyes turn
plus sun and feather combine
unearthly white flash

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These small moments with such huge import are part of what keeps me enthralled with nature. It’s because of my love for nature that I encourage you to visit www.geoengineeringwatch.org.

 

 

their lives

crow swivels my head
with call I’ve not yet heard
tan bellied-bird flees?

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We and the birds are now moving through air increasingly saturated with nanometal particulates. If this is of interest to you, you can find out more at www.geoengineeringwatch.org.

fire, 2

summer’s harvest—sticks’
crystalline orange matrix
sun reshines in stove

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The sun is the engine of life on this planet. We’re trying to control its activities without fully understanding the ramifications of our acts. Find out more here: www.geoengineeringwatch.org.

 

 

failure

some can’t clean butter
sticks to their hands, yellow mud

I’m one of those

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Where I live in Northern New Mexico, the beautiful skies have been choked with geoengineering aerosols, horizon to horizon, for the past 24 hours. If you want to know more, please visit www.geoengineeringwatch.org.