Manatee
All its age enfleshed
In deep-lined wisdom
Swims only enough
A round eye of black
Takes in everything
Takes you, takes me
Through a green liquid
Medium into inner
Space
Where energy abounds
And what the elder
Dreams
Flashes to merge with
Synaptic feelings
Action transduced into
Creation’s lightning
Welled in obsidian
Eye of the prototype
Mer-person for
A new world
“Earth Angel”
(a doo-wop song, debuted in 1954)
A melody to finish
Tiring us out, as
We dance under its
Dappling melody
We are young:
What do we care
About exhaustion
When our energy’s
Unlimited
Entropy an unknown
Peril
We go until we
Drop
We never drop
Notte
Italian night
In Umbrio, in Amatrice
At six-point-two—and now
Rest is something
Else
It is what remains
After all has
Fallen and a
Victim people
Try to rise
Nature has
Split the nation
We must go there
To reach into
Rocks and
Open earth
To remove
Into airy day
Those who must
Exhale still
In order to
Remove or rebuild
Notte bianca o in bianco,
In sleepless night
Moonrise tonight close
Above the line, tangerine
Half arc Earth-angled
Meals of Ashes
How many times
Have I unintentionally
Poisoned myself
A question that goes
Along with how many
Pounds of earth will
I have eaten in my
Lifetime
Carbon on the grill,
Dust of dirt over
Fruit purchased in the
Wild or in the store,
Condensation nuclei
I breathe or drink
In, after the raindrops
And substance
For snow ice cream
Is formed
The world’s morsels
That I have consumed
Because I thought of
Other things,
Because the present
Need was urgent
(That is, exigent):
You know, I’d gulp
The same in order to
Pay attention to the
Denizens and not so
Much malleant detritus
Of my dusty planet
The Cajun Navy
They launched in
Katrina,
Saving thousands
In their boats—
Rough sailors who
Know the way of
Waters
Others don’t
Now in Louisiana
On high ground,
Crews set sail,
Aiming toward
Smaller and
Smaller, landed
Circles
Around which
Whorl the
Helpless
Who “don’t flood”
Psalm 50
(a song about un-ending)
hours
sing monastic
song throughout
the night
how do we
sing with
what’s not
been heard
in heaven’s
day
we practice
with tentative
skill
for you are
excellence
our unto
the Lord makes
sense
when on
an uneven
way
pleasing you
we are free
to turn
it is enough
for you
you are delight
we know
the joy
‘Cause Rosema Says So
(https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/08/14/the-happiness-tag/)
(The Happiness Tag from Rohit of Straight from the Heart)
“Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.” ― Abraham Lincoln
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