May 22: Certainty of Trees

Gratitude to the rain. Gratitude to the sky. Gratitude to the many tiny things. What are we supposed to do? Arise into cities, bloom and shed light? It’s true, I don’t think much about how my brothers live. There they stand, gnarled still offering softest green in faithful bargain, to the sky. Look how their…

Surf Rider (for JW)

A little poem inspired by another Twitter pal’s call for us all to work toward a better world, together. I’ve never met you, Jesse, but I believe we share a love for this world of wonders. I see it, too, sometimes, flashing a fin in the murky waves of this present time; battling the undertow…

Day 8: Opening

driving down to red deer in alberta’s april, sepia dry the smell arrives first through closed truck windows ageless, immediate sour tang somewhere there, toward the westering sun tractor and disker pull open the season generations of memory, cell by cell leap to the ready; how we have changed but how we remain tuned to…