zooming away from

emory, toting water out to the coop
reporting how poc-poc and the ducks (which would be a great band name)
don’t get along with the rest of the other chickens yet
so they have to be fed and watered separately 
the paths soft under my booted feet,
the ice that has been frozen for weeks 
(on the pond, in the cat water bowls) finally melting,
the lightness this brings my body
wool sock by wool sock
i drape the laundry over the folded-open collapsable rack
which i have carried from across the way
and set up near the whitehouse kitchen wood stove
the unusual sight,
from a glance out the kitchen window,
of one of our ducks 
in all its white black green plus strange duck eyes
on the garden shed roof peak
upon seeing the other team strategizing
about playing zone as we go into our next point
i confer with my teammates and ask what our strategy should be,
score with decorum mark says
the brown/gold and a little bit blue and gray
of the softening/defrosting world
zooming away from me
from my perch on top of slabs and rounds of wood
in the back of the toyota truck
weighing it down
for gription against the soft ground and ice/snow

the empanada-with-samosa-dough station
glow and i set up at the butcher block
which includes: dough ball making,
dough ball flattening (with tortilla press)
and filling and fork-crimping
from the water world:

An Orthodox believer bathes in the icy water on Epiphany at a hole in Dnipro river in Kiev, Ukraine. Thousands of Ukrainian Orthodox Church followers plunged into icy rivers and ponds across the country to mark Epiphany, cleansing themselves with water deemed holy for the day. (AP Photo/Evgeniy Maloletka) – voice of america, day in photos
A young girl takes bath near her home at Prek Kmeng village, Kandal province, eastern side of Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Prek Kmeng is a well-known place for selling smoked fish as its located at the middle of a large lake in Kamdal province. (AP Photo/Heng Sinith) –  voice of america, day in photos


by ice-rain

the morning “commute” – a one minute walk
through the bare woods revealing
mama nature’s winter decorations –
the ice beads at the ends of bare branches
orb-y and glistening

the particular crunch
of dried leaves on the ground, thawed
then refrozen by ice-rain
while the sun, in between clouds, sends its bursts of light
how we seven hold hands
at a set and full table
sharing appreciations 
for this place
(mine include: the secret places like the cedar grove and fort-sythia
and also  all the shelters and burrows and cozy spaces
helping to keep the creatures warm
during permafrost part deux)
this i think is the essence
of being at sandhill
tres interruptions i joke
about emory’s three interjections
in his excitement about
tres leches cake

the glimmer glitter confetti effect

the glimmer glitter confetti effect
of bits of snow
coming down
in the bright light
of my headlamp beam
a porch pause to listen/hear it-
the little frosty bits- drifting down,
touching tree branches and porch slats and earth and each other
the cat tracks on the short forest path
fresh on fresh snow
that covers the tracks i left
only a half hour ago
needle poking into the fine weave of fabric
how i pull it pulling light pink thread through
rocking needle over under over
with both hands
and drawing it through
stitch by stitch
this is my thumbprint
from the water world:

all i can say is
i am so sorry, saltwater crocodile
i’m quite certain it’s not my tire,
but it is a symptom of our collective affliction
that should have nothing to do with you
but there you are yanked
by our recklessness

A saltwater crocodile with a tire around its neck is seen in Palu river in Palu, Indonesia. – voice of america, day in photos

with each swift stop

the sound
of blades on ice
shaving its surface
with each swift stop
while coverall-suited players
take cracks at the puck
and the calls and whoops too
from the water world:

Men pour cold water over themselves during the annual cold water endurance ceremony, to purify their souls and wish for good fortune in the new year, at the Kanda Myojin shrine in Tokyo, Japan. – voice of america, day in photos

the high pitch of desperation

apple and i walking to the car
singing the song in the morning rain
sing softly to bring in the day
all by yourself
or with a friend right there next to you
sing softly to bring in the day
just be yourself
no one can take that away from you
while the golds of all the dried things

almost shine against the gray grays of sky
how i tug at the door of the big green mailbox
that has been sealed shut by 
the rain-turned-ice/rain
the high pitch of desperation 
in mama cat’s meows
on the other side of the door
on a seven degree night
gibbous the incredibly shrinking cat
with all his spirit intact
taken into whitehouse hospice care
purring ferociously in his spot on the couch
near the warmth of the woodstove

magma in the floodplains

something frightening
about the weather report for tomorrow on the radio
(that i listen to while stitching the first row of quilt stitches
across a band of white)
that goes something like

a high of 51 degrees
and a low of seven

the racket (of color and sound) of cardinals
going after the juniper berries (once snow covered, then revealed in the thaw
of a two-day fake spring
and then being rapidly obscured again
by the rain-turning-ice)
scattered in astonishing amounts
across the commonhouse lawn
the brightness of my blue jacket
used as a leash 
on jack the jack russell terrier
who ignored me when i sternly told him
you stay here and go home
when he caught up to me on my three mile walk

to apple’s place
in the nearly 50degree  temperature
of this fake spring day
in the pre-sunset hour
tonight’s sunset colors:
phase one: pastel tye-dye
phase two: magma in the floodplains
the prerequisites are that we must know the chords
(or they must be easy to learn)
we have to rock loud and sing loud
as apple and i take turns
on the electric guitar
which is almost more novelty than we can handle
the songs include:
i love rock and roll
blister in the sun
smells like teen spirit
a princess and the pea sortof situation i say
of the pallette we put down which includes
an area rug
two sleeping pads
a deluxe winterwarm sleeping bag to climb into
and  one sleeping bag for padding
and two blankets to boot