For my Family Heart Camp family

ONE BIG CIRCLE

We have such a strange vision

Of what it means to be

Strong

We push and forget that pulling

Is a force as well

We build a solitary solid foundation

When rolling rocks, marbles,

Enable the gentle, near visible sway

Of churches and villages

All balanced, just so

With walls of stone so close

Not even a single strand of hair

Can fit between them

There are precious few things I’ve seen

That work better alone

Biodiversity

Brings vitamins

To soil

Strength to crops

And genes alike

A pure bred, inbred pup

Walks on borrowed hips

With weaker heart and clipped

Flesh formed

To our image of perfection

We have already failed perfection

We can place her body down

In reverent quiet

Or flames from a burning wedding gown

Just

Let her rest.  She never really was, anyway.

Walk barefoot and snaggle toothed

Into your own sunset

Joyously finding the tribe to dance beside you

Until you suddenly realize

The size

Of our circle

We all belong

To the same tribe.

When will our eyes

Be big enough

To see?

Time Enough?

Rain drop puddle songs
Crow wing feathers as long
As my forearm
Green meadow-purple flowers reaching
Tall from muddy rooted feet

And the Spider sweet and pure, feels her lungs
Crumble
And she lies, dust, upon her mother's barely beating heart

And the beast with no soul, burning spite-fire
From his squinting eyes
Denounces sense and eviscerates any
Who question him

And Oma and Papa are lauded with lies
And hollow coins
Heroes worth
Less than hoarded stockpiles
Of
Anything. Everything. So long as it can be
Owned
Monetized
Evaluated
And MINE

Rain drop puddle songs
Serenade the dying soul

Crow wing feathers as long
As my forearm
Synged in volcanoc ash
Flung across fault line screaming mouths

Green meadow-purple flowers reaching
Tall from muddy rooted feet
Slowly starve as water
Winds down to poison

Do you see? We had a choice.
What do you chose? What will you choose? If we still
Do...