News today: Thirty billion birds have disappeared.
Nine people have more wealth than half the world’s population.
We draw the negative spaces
to release the forms for we
are connected more profoundly than
our eyes have been trained to
perceive. Duality claims the great
blue heron and I breakfasting here
are separate and unaware of the fabric
we weave together with trees, lake
and sky. I am slow and cautious;
she’s watching, waiting in this cool
morning we conjure with pure love.
A big fish leaps and frantic minnows
swim straight to her. She crouches as
songbird shadows flit overhead.
Jeff Bezos has caged our energy-money
like the battery cells in The Matrix,
gloating with the main switch as we
exult over Prime’s free shipping.
Fractals of greed we cling to
a false idea of freedom. All my
ancestors, poor and subjugated, released
into the wilderness to fill the empty
spaces held sacred by the Indigenous.
We crowded, dandelion seeds blanketing
the land. Obedient zombies pledging
allegiance to bombs bursting. In the city
streets, children are marching
away from insidious teaching.
It’s not too late to release our
careful training, to bless unknowns
and hold the container, still
our gregarious bumbling to
listen to the silenced
brutalized in evil’s grip.
The children urge mindfulness,
asking only that we awaken.
We co-create now
with every breath.