You will never know how many times I called out to you baby in this deluge
I did a beat down in the watershed
I
among the lichen
did puja
sustenance
symbiosis
I wrote your name on a piece of wakame I foraged from the San Andreas fault just before she breaks open
I make shoes of wild nori
I drink the tide and the seafoam as if it were a fine stout
I will never stop loving no I never will foolish as that may seem.
If we make our hearts hard against those who loved us we will die a dry abandoned cardboard box empty & ungrateful
How about these tides
?
how about the birds now quiet as Spring arrives drowned in despair and astonishment .
?
how about the birds now quiet as Spring arrives drowned in despair and astonishment .
River. Swollen. Crested.