Thursday, January 07, 2021

Every day seems an apocalypse

for L.B.

Every day seems an apocalypse

clouds plant their borders in beds,

these immense struggles go by 


In the harvest, the friend is a forest,

the friend who walks into the snow

measures beauty yawning in mud


Gathers our indecisions into words,  

into seeds, reimagining the drought 

of tongues, scattering in floods of fear


Here is apotheosis--we can lie down and 

not die, we can let ourselves be carried 

away by love, becoming transformed by it.


"what didn’t you do to bury me/  but you forgot that I was a seed" Dinos Christianopoulos

“They tried to bury us, they didn’t know we were seeds.”  Protest slogan in support of the Ayotzinapa 43 /Families Belong Together. 

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