poetry

lessons in inhumanity

lessons in inhumanity

the morning started
with the video of the white woman
marshalling the cops to muzzle
the conscientious Black birdwatcher

discuss:
her use of adjectives, verbs
her tone and its cause
and its potential effect
his position, her approach
the thrashing struggle of her dog
the dog’s current disposition
his vocation

introduce:
the concept of ____ing While Black
(as in, Driving While Black,
Birding While Black)

reflect on:
our favorite bird guide of all time,
Dr. Kabelo Senyatso,
imagine him transported from the relative safety of
Botswana bush
to Central Park’s The Ramble
(racists less predictable than lions)
his life reduced to a color

consider:
what small action you can take
to honor Christian’s dignity

the day ended
driving through Denver
police on motorcycles blocking the street
around the Capitol
helicopter circling
tired protesters with sagging signs
hopeful enough to put their health
and safety on the line
to be counted for accountability

explain:
police brutality
and its unequal application
why anyone must affirm
that Black Lives Matter
that it is possible
for one person to kill another
without consequence

evaluate:
how much more bone-wearying
hatefulness and injustice
9- and 12-year-olds can absorb
in one 10-hour span
your privilege in having any part
in determining what they know about all this
your color and theirs making these conversations
seemingly optional

decide:
whether or not to share
the Denver Post’s crawl
rounding the building
as you drive by:
Denver police searching for driver
who struck protester
during George Floyd rally

when what’s left of everyone
is tucked in,
cry for all tonight’s damaged dreams

poetry

merging bubbles

merging bubbles

I don’t know
how to merge
one small round bubble
with another rainbow-streaked sphere
in a way that expands us all
instead of ending in
an abrupt
pop

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font

font

the water came straight out of the ground
a spring, not a stream
and some soul who saw it
ringed it with rock
put in a pipe
to elevate the flow
made a simple thing sacred –
as Western water must be

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Uttanasana / Intense Stretch

I’ve been doing yoga daily since March using Yoga With Adriene’s monthly calendar of videos. Here’s the video where she talks about imagining a trap-door opening while in forward fold: https://yogawithadriene.com/30-days-yoga-day-8/ (at around 16:00).

Uttanasana / Intense Stretch

in forward fold
the trap-door to my crown
falls open
and negativity spills out –
a black tarry mess
of worry guilt envy –
leaving my cortex
free to breathe
think clearly
be harmonious
send a namaste to all beings
even me
30 minutes ago

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forgiveness

forgiveness

one day after I nick him with the scissors
he says next time his hair is in his eyes
I may try again

I believe in second chances he says
with all the gravity of a 9-year-old
who has come to accept adult failings

what greater gift could there be
from your own child’s lips?

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Cloud Report, 23 May

This is in response to a prompt from Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s webinar Nature as Inspiration and Transformation: An Intro to Nature Poetry: keep a cloud journal.

Cloud Report, 23 May

to the west
over the half-grey half-white peaks
the clouds levitated in bands
closest to earth, they upwelled
like the hair on the back of your neck
when something’s not right –
a bland diffuse mass at the base
culminated in a fine tomentose top
then a band of blue
overlaid with a thin stripe of ethereal cirrus
you know, the cloud of harp glissandos
and then in the foreground
a small puff of cumulus

it was spring
with all the fickle shifting light and heat
that comes with waking
to the south, the sky collapsed in grey over the ridge
promising (insincerely, it seems) rain
and I sat on the small naked knoll
a meter or two above the last chest-high aspens
and congratulated myself
for having walked my body above
the enclosing dark-green forest
straight up into the blue
where I could have a word with the sky on my own
and the word was
yes

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quarantine with hummingbirds

This is in response to a prompt from Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s webinar Nature as Inspiration and Transformation: An Intro to Nature Poetry: she provided a list of natural history facts for us to use as opening lines, and suggested we either title the poem “Quarantine” or “First Love.”

quarantine with hummingbirds

hummingbirds can fly backwards
backpedaling like alien spaceships
zipping through the air
with the putt-putt of a Jetson flying car
diving and swooping like stunt pilots
dancing a mesmerizing U
in front of a potential mate
they’re the shiny movement to our days now
allowing us more liberties
each day that we prove our harmlessness
(they’ve kissed both of my sons on the head now –
what a gift)

o hummingbird
I will make myself so small
as to climb upon your back
and together
you’ll take us backwards
days weeks months
back to rubbing shoulders with strangers
to holding the door for someone
to playing basketball
and singing open-mouthed together
I’ll hold on to your back
green like sparkling lime rind
and close my eyes
while you fly us to safety
take us back to Friendly and Open
figure 8 those wings until
we’re breaking bread with neighbors
to seeing and reading lips
that say come closer
until, hummingbird,
you kiss someone else’s head
leaving the scent of spider silk
and celery-grey lichen
in their mop of uncut hair

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baby toes

baby toes

his toe hurts
on the inside

my insides recoil –
is this it then?
it’s still weeks
(if not months)
til we know

do you remember
those round baby toes
tender as sweet peas?
they’re always on the inside –
my infant sons
embedded in these now lanky
sometimes sullen
more often wise and generous souls
like reverse ancestors
ghosts of their young selves
bound to the present
shades/shadows stitched to their current forms

when they were born
the curious asked
what’s the hardest part?
being so vulnerable

(I always knew)
so many new ways to come to harm –
these beings from my body
out in the sometimes indifferent world
and I so imperfect to guard them well enough

tonight I will pray
for soft pink carefree souls
toes running barefoot tomorrow
dodging disaster
one more day

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wonders

This is in response to a prompt from Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s webinar Nature as Inspiration and Transformation: An Intro to Nature Poetry: make a list of three questions you wonder about and could look up the answer to. Write a poem about these wonderings.

wonders

wondering where the shaggy black bear sleep
and whether I’ll come upon one this spring
laid in a heap of fur bone sinew
next to a boulder somewhere
his mat of fur the only thing marking him
as different from duff

wondering where the calypso orchids are waiting
held in the earth’s warm heart
and when they’ll stretch their soft pink throats skyward
and what the boys will say

wondering how it feels to dive
like a male broadtail
or sleep ten hours
like my beloved sons

wondering whether Roxy the fox
has a dry safe earth
with a quiet writhing of new life beside him (or her)
all awake

today I wondered where are the deer?
hours later they pronked across the trail before us;
a bit of magic reaffirming what I believe
about life the universe and everything:
it gives us what we need
when our arms and minds stay open