Poem Thirty: Lord of the Seven Hills Excerpt
We are jasmine flowers
wrapped around your feet.
We are jasmine flowers
wrapped around your feet.
If you think of milk
as consciousness—
the theory of everything
grows smaller,
the size of a hand
closing around an apple.
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Put your hand
over the side
of the boat.
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The joints of one person
become the next.
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I mirror you
in reverse.
I am crowned with heartbreak
or new beginnings.
Inanna, British Museum
Where there was a god
filled with the pollen
of song, there is ash.
Their bodies make
flowers sing.
a single female pistil
emerges from the throat
of the flower.
The earth itself
will swallow you.
This is the place
of leaping.
When you reach for something
beyond yourself
That’s when you
have meaning.
Spirits, smoke, forgotten gods.
Should we pray
to the sun?
How large are you
in comparison
to the moon?
We are the lost
and found.
Your roots speak
in mantras, benedictions,
Nirvana, the Holy Grail.
Who is listening?
Poem Eleven: Redwood
Call and Response for the Forest
(For three or more voices or group/solo alternation)
LEADER:
Tell me your secrets,
RESPONSE (ALL):
And we will tell you ours.
LEADER:
You are a medium.
You are a prophet.
You are a preacher.
You are a prayer.
ALL:
We are listening.
LEADER:
Can I put my ear
to your chest?
ALL:
We are listening.
LEADER:
Your heart is a drum.
Your roots speak in mantras,
benedictions, Nirvana,
the Holy Grail.
ALL:
We are listening.
But are we hearing?
LEADER:
Your leaves are amulets.
ALL:
They sound the alarm.
LEADER:
Your boughs speak,
portend, pray,
bear witness.
ALL:
We are listening.
LEADER:
Who will hold out their hands
and say—
ALL (with rising force):
Stop.
LEADER:
Who will hold the earth
beneath your feet?
ALL:
We will hold.
We will hold.
LEADER:
You are gods.
You are ancestors.
You are oracles.
ALL:
You are not ours to take.
You are not ours to burn.
LEADER:
Who will forgive
our trespasses?
ALL:
Only the forest.
Only time.
LEADER:
We wake.
We sleep.
We wake.
We sleep.
ALL (softly):
We forget.
We forget.
LEADER:
Make us into wood.
Make us into canoes.
Make us into memory
that floats.
ALL (rising together):
We will go timeless without you.
We will go rootless without you.
We will go lost without you.
ALL (soft, closing whisper):
You are sacred.
Let the ceremony begin.
If your mind understands
no mind.
What is your carbon footprint
if you can’t trace it in the sand?
Let the arrow of this song
be possessed by the spirit
who lives inside
of the glacier.