Poems and Lovelorn Thoughts: Earth Day Edition

If It Were Only  

If it were only green grass,

Soft on the toes, clumped

Between the fingers —

If it were only

The things that wither away,

The things we must foresee,

Every sunspot petal on every

Bottom of every shoe — or the

Dewdrops collecting in the palm,

Trickling, weeping down

The curve of the lash, and the tip of the nose —

Or even the sweet damp Soil,

Sure as myself and my veins,

Thick as blood coursing, crumbling into

Cosmic Connect-the-dots —

The lines of which have always

Been etched in the stones,

And spelled out in the stars —

Maybe the Hurt would feel like less,

And the Rifts would heal,

And our Pulses would steady

Themselves —

Maybe all would be

As Sure

As the Ground

And the Grass, and the Dew,

And the Stems, and the Stars,

And the Stones.  

Of the Earth

Please don’t take from me  

The wide open ochre swaths of land,

The Air lying still and sweet

As it burns it in the light —

The sheaths of ancient rock,

Gray-eyed and storied with decay,

The dignity of prehistoric scars —

The fog over the thickets,

The ceaseless moors, desperate

And alone, ghosts that rise

Before dawn, in meadowfoam Bliss —

The Lives hidden in the bogs,

And the croak-cackle-hush-crackle

Of the first stirrings of these velvet

Newborn nights —

The Green, the Green, the Green — and —

Everything that stayed

When it could’ve gone —

Please bring back to me

Everything that left,

And could’ve stayed —

Should’ve Stayed.  

Green

Sometimes I want nothing more

Than to throw back my tired head

And dissolve into

Whatever the Green

Is made of.

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