04/13/2026
Taking a moment to tenderly trim Earth’s flowers
So they last a few more days
To lay down on the rug to take a moment to pet Jasper
His solid, resilient, very incarnate body
That is here, now
The people on this Earth who see the dead ones
On the side of the road
And perform ceremony- burial, beauty, use.
I am moved by you
Humanized by you
Alived by you
One of you.
The ones who stop to notice
The wee little carpenter bee
The way white clover flowers bloom joyous ballerina arms that later splay out into their tutu
As the blooms progress
The ones who take a sacred moment
To tap into support and love
In the midst of the magical mundane that makes up our lives.
The ones who say- “Hey, you-“
“See me.”
Witness my pain, my heartache,
My heaving,
Breathing life.
The ones who,
In their Earthenware
Reconnect to sustenance in as tangible a way he can conceive of
And share that journey with us all.
The way
The way
The way
The wind blows
Through the trees
Birds sing in the breeze
Etty chimes, “Hello”
Body thirsts
Not letting go
Mama cardinal’s orange beak
Tawny feathers
Fields of clover
Breeze on skin
Sun kisses too
Romantic pauses
Pressing through
Sustaining me
For the rest of it
So I can keep going.