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

evening

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stillness after snow
even here, where there’s no noise
weight has its own sound

Photo: See it at Pixabay here.

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I love real weather—it’s looks, its feels, it’s smells. I am hopeful that we can preserve real weather on our planet, which is why I invite you to visit www.geoengineeringwatch.org.

walking

late fall day, dirt road
each pebble casts a shadow
grindsound of my steps

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When I walk under the huge New Mexican sky, I see geoengineering aerosols spread for miles. If you are interested in finding out more about these substances and their effects, please 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.

milking

cow’s teat, finger thick
unbothered by squeezing hands
these cows know their names

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I feel very lucky indeed to be able to get some of my food from a milking shed instead of a grocery store. Agriculture depends on the overall thriving of nature. That’s why I think this site is important: www.geoengineeringwatch.org.