I Stand

I stand on the path.

I stand on the path and notice the land beneath me.

I stand and become aware of the earth that bears my weight and  

I stand and watch how my boots dig deep and leave their mark.

I stand and bear witness to the multitude who have walked before and

I stand and feel how hardened this earth, this patch of land has become. I stand.

What is my right
to tread on this land, this home

to beings of millenniums past: the ants,

the spiders and centipedes; the bears, the deer,

the squirrels and birds. What is my right

to the land on which I stride

where mushrooms and moss, tree and flower

have spread their roots and sown their seeds? 
What is my right?

I stand in stillness.

I stand and listen.

I want to know.

I want you to tell me, dear Earth,
how is it for you?
How do you stand

for trespasses of boots and shoes of

hardened soles? Of woven stories and causes told

of rights and passages, discoveries and conquest,

of who owns what and what flag to fly, of
fences and walls and mines and roads and
growth, of course, by all means
growth. How is it

for you?

In silence I stand.

In silence I wait.

In silence I listen.

And the earth says

take off your shoes.

I stand, bare feet

upon the earth naked

my soul embraced.

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September Rain

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The Moment

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Witness

I hit a bird today driving too fast down a vacant road to somewhere I need to go when I hit a bird flying while driving but didn’t slow down until I did and turned back but how could I find the bird flying I hit while driving somewhere too fast on a road too empty and full with bush and grass while I am too full and empty on how to make amends to a bird I cannot find when driving somewhere I need to go and time is flying along the road where there is no bird and lots of bush and grass and full and empty thoughts of what to do to move to run to fix to

be.

I drive.

I breathe.

I breathe again.

I breathe deeper.

I stop.

Light and Shadow

move through me.

I dream of flying

soaring with Raven the sky beyond—

beyond the sorrow

beyond the darkness beyond

me. But Raven says no, go back

witness what cannot be undone.

I dream of sleeping

lying on Moss, water soft

and green with morning—

adrift in search for redempion

and the freedom beyond

me. But Moss says no, wake up

witness what is done.

Shadow and Light

move through me.

I dream of Rock and the trance

dissolves. Stillness wakes my heart.
I step inside and see

the bird, the bugs

dead on my windshield

the grass crushed

under my tires.

I stop. I breathe.

I bear witness.

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