1
A seed grows in my Heart.
(no more than a summer melon’s)
Black, brilliant, roots
crack veneer shell and sprout
propagate
deep into the marrow of my very life.
Tender flesh juicing red,
Replace my sinew!
Take what once fueled the industry of vanity,
the fell machinery of your demise,
the coffee life,
the algorithmania,
the I deserve,
the trite Insta-filter,
the like and friend and tag and share
And cast it aside!—as you once were!—
And make me the vessel of your deliverance
And teach me again
to see you
to breathe you
to feel you
to love you
So that I may redeem some future, some place
where my son can pull the blade from his stone before it is sent to quarry.
2
How I long for you!
For air!
For sun!
For solitude!
For green!
For radiance!
For decay!
For life!
For rot!
For fungus!
For bark!
For sap!
For dirt!
For some well-wish,
some clue,
that we haven’t dug too hastily
with spite and ego and industry and greed.
3
Henry! Let me in your house!
Show me to fish and to bake your bread!
Walt! Chant for me!
Sow me a path with your electric melody!
(you understand my dilemma, boy of the city and soul of the Earth)
Allen! I cry to you!
Put your sunflower in my eyes
And wipe away my tears through dusty gray.
Arthur,
It may never once was, yet let the future be.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
1
A seed grows in my Heart.
(no more than a summer melon’s)
Black, brilliant, roots
crack veneer shell and sprout
propagate
deep into the marrow of my very life.
Tender flesh juicing red,
Replace my sinew!
Take what once fueled the industry of vanity,
the fell machinery of your demise,
the coffee life,
the algorithmania,
the I deserve,
the trite Insta-filter,
the like and friend and tag and share
And cast it aside!—as you once were!—
And make me the vessel of your deliverance
And teach me again
to see you
to breathe you
to feel you
to love you
So that I may redeem some future, some place
where my son can pull the blade from his stone before it is sent to quarry.
2
How I long for you!
For air!
For sun!
For solitude!
For green!
For radiance!
For decay!
For life!
For rot!
For fungus!
For bark!
For sap!
For dirt!
For some well-wish,
some clue,
that we haven’t dug too hastily
with spite and ego and industry and greed.
3
Henry! Let me in your house!
Show me to fish and to bake your bread!
Walt! Chant for me!
Sow me a path with your electric melody!
(you understand my dilemma, boy of the city and soul of the Earth)
Allen! I cry to you!
Put your sunflower in my eyes
And wipe away my tears through dusty gray.
Arthur,
It may never once was, yet let the future be.
Inspired by a hike I took with my son this morning.
