
i want a home
that is a hole
in the ground
cool clay walls
frogskin soft
to hide from heat
and fire and loss –
(are we losing
our minds
because we think
all is
already lost)
i
i want a home
that is a hole
in the ground
but not a grave
not a grave- i want want
light and air to breathe
and winter sun
like a tree
i want a
i want
#reloading #pause #wait
#want #thinkingaboutthis
#soforgetful
#forgotten
i dont know if we know
what hot really is –
sitting in the shade
wilted leaves
waiting
for the heat to pass
and oh god
and gods and
the writhing masses
of living lived living –
what are we going to do
because of course
and of course
only our doing
our living
only our what the fuck
are we doing
can save us
and of course what we are not
doing (too/to)
(shhhh shhh
don’t look
don’t notice
don’t act.
here it is shiny, new
have it want it
all the moving pictures
laugh now
this is all you need
shhhhh)
this morning i ate the plum
leaning against the doorframe
as i do, looking out
at the billowing green growth
clamouring leaning falling
as it does in summer.
ate the plum – home grown
juices barely contained in its
taut crimson skin –
running down fingers and wrist,
all of of us
leaning billowing falling
in summer.
none of this is verifiable –
phone out of charge
out of reach of our
other lived reality
across platforms in this
world within worlds
virtually not here at all
anymore – and if i was
the tree that fell – and
no one took the photo,
posted , would i could
i have fallen
at all
#treesofinstagram
#stillhere #wherearewe
#howdowelove
6pm and the sky is still blue
the sun still dries the washing on the line –
we are sitting outside in the shade
where it is cool, a toad falls
lazily into the pond – surfaces
its breath rippling dark water
breathless
the world turns
and we
alive in our skins
turn with it turn with it
turn
#didithappen #werewehereallalong
#howdowelive #alive
late work is carrying water
for the goats – weight resting
in curl of fingers
bucket in each hand
cool where it bumps my leg
it is is the sound of the gate latch
catching – holding for the night
while the goats sigh,
loud chewing their hay.
#theend #isitending
#endtimes
For Brendan at Earthweal’s weekly challenge:Late work with Jorie Graham. Read it here
https://earthweal.com/2023/01/16/late-work-with-jorie-graham/