Gaia Theory in a Dangerous Time

On the Arizona-Utah border, by Marc Torso, AncientSkys.com
The sign  carved into the rock points to water.

The ground without us

The sea and the sky empty of men

Murderous and many

Born with The Bomb


May the earth recover

And the young survive

Thriving in a new theology

Careful not to leave a sign.

Harmonium

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What color there is lies where it fell

In the gossamered woodland in a subtle fall

Where subtlety reigns as a welcome state of mind

Beneath the vocal passages of geese

And chalking jets a man and a dog on a porch

In the company of trees and their friendship

At peace with a slower pace of change

Moored to a planet of which they are a part.

First Light to Last

Bending closer to the ground

Frost on the briars

At the back of the field

The dog in the aster thatch bounds

Beggar ticks stuck to my sleeve

Our breathing lifts white

With the breath of the frost

Steaming in a ramp of sunlight

Against the comfort of  trees

Crows glossed in the stubble

Midges backlit and dancing

A wavering river in a clean sky


Twenty blackbirds wide

Rim to rim across sunset

Grinnies clucking at dusk


Crickets slowing in moonlight

Things we can count on

Close to the earth.

Another Sunset

Another sunset in a life of those

Days of what i should have done

Nights a trampled ground.

Savages

  

Evenings of a big red sun

Being still you feel it

Rolling back into the dark

Everything a metaphor

When so little changes,

Mornings in a mist.

  

Change

Among the last images of Saturn from Cassini, Sept. 19, 2017

Living as i am

Without

Half a life suffices

Peace to the past

And praise praise

The splendor of solitude

Superannuated

Ganglia and the freed

Dumbfounded intellect.

Due East, Due West

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No matter how small, it can be halved

No matter how large, it can be doubled

Limitless in all respects, beyond imagination

Elemental, infinite, and eternal

Each and each and each

The universe of you, the universe of me

The universe of everything

The ineffable all

Brief specks of consciousness

Bowing as we pass on the equinox

Ever so slightly

Flying with Bees

He carried a camp chair into the field and sat with wild bees

At summer's end in tall solidago heavy with pollen and past

He was quiet and listened and the sun drew water from his flesh

And the day slowed down

And the longer he stayed

The more he belonged

The more he took root

The more he unfocused

The better he flew

Flower to flower

And into the blue

To expand with the clouds

As everything opened

Into everything else.

Meditation On the Approach of Autumn

Each tree writes its poem as i watch


Communing with her ashes in the field

The dead want leaves to fall on them again

Butterflies fly tattered near the end

Being As We Are

A day moves on,

Everything being as it is,

Aphids drinking goldenrod,

A crash in the corn is the deer,

Grinnies planting oaks among the ferns,

The barred owl calling in the vale,

A man awaiting sleep

In the late haunted dark,

Still expecting more,

Listening to an absence

That inspires verse,

Coyotes yipping and howling.

In a dream he felt her touch,

In jewelled morning fields

All of it seemed real.

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Ephemeron

Today it doesn't matter what

She'll never write again.

Candle smoke was pretty

As it curled.

This Constellated Life

Launching from the cabin step

To navigate among the trees

Into a field of stars

The grounded constellations

Unanchored in this floating world

The woods is sleep

The field is sky

The dream is rolling sea