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

a wrap

move sawhorse to garage
pile long logs away from house
cold—body wants rest

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I find the dance between myself and nature endlessly fascinating and instructive. Out of loyalty to nature, I invite you to find out more about the practice of climate engineering, which is widely interfering with natural cycles: www.geoengineeringwatch.org.

fire, 3

logs won’t burn solo
two’s the minimum needed
heat pushes me back

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I love the natural play of the elements on this planet and I want to see that play survive and thrive. If you feel the same, you can educate and empower yourself at www.geoengineeringwatch.org about a major interference with elemental play occurring as we speak, geoengineering.

starting

six strikes, still out
some days matches won’t burn
mute wood awaits

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I’m trying to start another fire too—what Dane Wigington calls the fire of awareness, about a huge ecological issue, geoengineering: www.geoengineeringwatch.org.

lost

sage repeats shadows
rhyme, reason lost to late sun
search dizzies me

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I assume that if you’re at this site, you value your relationship with nature—and you might also be interested in the information available here: www.geoengineeringwatch.org.

11/12/2014

pinyon bends like snake
under pressure, just won’t snap
only knife will do

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The trees are dear to my heart. In my area, I have been seeing firsthand that many are suffering from what appear to be the effects of geoengineering. You can find out more about possible effects of these programs on trees and plants at www.geoengineeringwatch.org.

11/10/2014

bark, needles, chips
wood sheds crumbs at my touch
debris feeds flames

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This blog is dedicated to my love for nature. In my search for better answers to the question of what is harming nature on this planet, I discovered this site: www.geoengineeringwatch.org.