Foggy Glasses
My Eyes
Fall faster than brown leaves the year the
Mountains ripped in
Two.
The Archive of my mind is a Patchy
Neural Network:
Familiar Trees, float past,
they don’t All
Get to bask in the deep red of dusk,
Resting in ditches,
Even for the roots
“Recovered”
the dusk turns to Night.
Eventually displayed for All;
seeping out and into damp lense,
Arthropods begin carving, nesting
in the belly of Her
Great trunk.
Our sweet river Mourning, always there
To shake us
Alive.
Song for Our Bones.
An ode,
To shed Spinelessness, to
To stop entertaining it when there is
So much work to be done
Heart work
[group project btw]
To return to a growing yet seemingly final “I’m gonna make it count if I’m gonna do this thing(life)” moment. to feeling alive again, even though it is
So painful & raw
&Sweet
It asks of me most often my COURAGE
& rage & patience & reverence,
and CARE
The smell of tender care:
Divine
smells wake me these days
From my tears
And my come,
I’m finding
They are new,
again.
It’s funny
finding the words
now.
You, Like Fire.
Waking, Rising, Running, Sinking, Drowning, Thrashing, Breathing, Feeling, Learning, Stretching, Growing, Loving, Holding, Beholding, Losing, Grieving, Grasping, Raging, Hiding, Emerging, Remembering, Flowing, Releasing, Crying, Laughing, Grounding, Yearning, Living, Overflowing, Flowering, Pouring, Leaning, Pausing, Exhaling, Waiting, Resuming, Shining, Beaming, Believing, Exclaiming, Singing, Dancing, Dreaming as if I were
You,
Already living like you’d be
Leaving soon,
Like Fire.
joy/flo.raceae 