Still Sleeping?

The birds would like to know why
she cut down the lilac bush
right before this big snow.
They call down the chimney.
Query unheard. My voice
more clear. She says, I never
thought about the birds,
taking a breather,
watching her suet feeder,
looking for tracks in the deep
unbroken white. Sure in her right
execution the solution.
The bush expired
her affection–she admired
a different sort.
So life’s cut short.
From this insulated box
the wilderness a paint-by-number
jumbled mess. On Fox, perceptive
of the sentience celebrated
the flickering screens
calibrated us versus them.
Even her own species judged,
dismissed. The other beings
begrudged in cages and she’s
forgotten that they need
nourishment. Feed them.
I remember her
ancestors chopped venerated trees
to claim the land still red
with the forced exodus
of genocide. Don’t count the dead.
I dial in most days. The line
is busy. There is no forwarding
through the haze, darker
hellbent recreation
keep the past labelled
the future with a magic
marker that fools no one
or everyone, fast asleep.

Inspired by: Dial, Chimney, Perceptive and Expired.

Listen to this on soundcloud.

Seeing Is Freeing

There is no happily ever after
we can reach, no way

out of here to some secluded beach.
If we can sit and allow—

follow me, I’ll show you how.
This anxious pity tries to knock

me back: a helpless child
forced to say yes.

My new life hack: this fierce
ferocious NO now

in the mix of power and light
what’s so exposed.

Love offers to the dark
and scary places the deep

presence of now
expanding spaces.

Too much solicitude contracts.
The child reacts.

Inspired by: Knock, Solicitude, Follow and Mix and the phenomenally powerful Conscious Healing course I’m enrolled in.

Soundcloud recording here.

Featured image a photo of Makanalua Peninsula, a place of breathtaking beauty with a history of exclusion and fear.