NaPM April 01 2016

[Todd]

solomente -
the upraised finger

I am one we are one
the earth is one

Terra firma leaches an infantry of ions
into my bare my feet, as if to keep
everything wired.  Oceans seeking

to gather back their skylarking droplets
check me out.  The earth is made for runoff-
a conspiracy of topography and gravity,
and I fear that I am next.

Gaian connivance is everywhere.

Yellows swirl at the edge of my world-
the sun destroys our right to see - life,
heat, blindness - these gifts are never
offered or accepted as such - I look,
I go blind.

Each morning by the kitchen’s open window
sarcastic grackles chant cantos to my name
while I fry up another batch of eggs.

I'm reading through these again now that I have more time. Loved the earth is made for runoff and the yellows strophe especially. There's a lot here I like Teagan.