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we go back to the practice

two pancakes on a plate
oily and delicious with a hint of almond
on the butcher block
_______
savoring the lemon balm scent
on mama cat’s forehead
(a clue to places she’s been)
when i press my nose
to the fuzzy and warm softness of her
_______
put your body into the poem she says from the playground 
and, like other things she says, it is so clear and simple that it seems anyone (including myself) could arrive at this
but most (including myself) don’t

she shines the light
whose on-switch i couldn’t find

_______
a bold life with you at the center 
what if you tipped the uber discernment/heart-led risk scales bruin says
what/who do you care about
and who do you want to be in the world
and how to make this goodbye resonant
with your values
_______
thanks coach i joke
when he says something along the lines of
what do we do when we are having a hard time
with the practice? we go back to the practice

_______

the unexpected sadness
of turning down
a chance to be with family
because of coming to understand
that i’d be out of my heart and mind
navigating resort-staying
on a carribean island
(the sadness layered with the extra sad
of having said so exuberantly yes to it all earlier on
yes regarding the unknowns
of resorting out of the country over winter break thinking yes, i am committing to family this year, let’s do this
_______

what’s he doing? making smores!?
eric asks bout emory
crouching in front of a small smoking fire
under the black walnut trees in front of the whitehouse
as we approach in the red ranger
love that kid i say
while we round the bend
_______
cecil and i laugh-talk-joking
the same way we did seventeen years ago
just three miles down the road
something heartening
about homes 
that are effortless
to return to

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we have to figure out how to make a prayer first

the two-to-three cats
that accompany me most mornings
on my walk from the priv to their feeding perches
how sometimes i wish i could step out of my body
just to stand back and watch it:
frank and the cat gang
rolling deep in the tall grass
_______
what i first hear as we have to figure out how to make a prayer first
trish saying before emory digs into
the porkchop breakfast
though it turns out to actually be
we have to figure out how to make it fair
(about portioning)
_______
the pine sap stickydirty on my hands
arms
legs
and emory’s hands
and arms
and legs
from our climb up to the crows nest lookout
and back down again
_______

em and i’s hushed voices
as we play spiderman uno
in karma while cynthia weaves the black thin cord
hrough another broom in progress
accompanied by the straw-like sounds of
handling that broom corn
_______
peeling the hazelnuts out of their husks
whiel baigz cracks them
as he sits there with his legs elevated
from being stung by an estiamted 15 bees
that snuck their way through mouse-chewed holes
in the suit

_______
i just want people to be kind and nice to each other
i call out from the office
correcting emory’s frankie was mad statement
(and later realizing 
how much that sounds
like my 13 year old self
who wasn’t too old to climb into the quiet and 
soothing darkblack of the closet
when the shouting and yelling 
picked up
________
from the water world:

A small estuary seahorse, Hippocampus kuda, drifts in the polluted waters near Sumbawa Besar, Sumbara Island, Indonesia. 

JUSTIN HOFMAN, WILDLIFE PHOTOGRAPHER OF THE YEAR national geographic

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while the sky moves

the shower of so many walnuts
thumping, thwacking, banging down
onto the metal roofs of the sugar shack, the mill and cool ranch
in the morning winds picking up
announcing another storm (to follow last night’s) rolling in
_______

the rustling of seeds as they land in shallow plastic tub
sprinkle by small sprinkle from each cosmos flower ready to give
while the sky moves from blues to pinks
and shadows travel long into the east

_______

the photos coming in from jeaux
of gibbous the orange red blond cat:
lounging under the small garden cart,
kicking it on the 55 gallon drum,
perched on the woodstack
_______
soft cool wet ground
under bare feet
while rain pounds
where else does one just get to do this
(wake up and walk ‘to work’ [through the woods and through the yard])
in scrappy clothes and bare feet
(an acknowledgement: it is a privilege to have shoes and choose not to wear them)

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folded like a passed note

two peaches in my pockets
an apple in each mug and
hot chai tea in the red pot
that i carry to cool ranch
between cat feeding and garden partying
_______
had to wait until we settled
into each others’ orbit
she says about me finally waking up
with my head on right ready
to get shit done
_______
the meager final bean harvest
plunked into eric and i’s buckets
and the plenty of the just-coming-on harvest
of shiny sturdy red hot fruits
dangling off the jalapeño plants
_______
the after lunch cereal scenarioI
involving a chocolate puff and marshmellow sugar fest
accompanied by almond milk
spooned out of our (eric, jenafr, cynthia and i’s) bowls
_______

convex and concave she talks about the shapes
food sometimes takes
a descendant from a long line
of those with synesthesia
_______
sometimes there is no other word for a cat curled up besides puddle
as in: a puddle of cat
and there is birdie
a puddle of cat
lying on both of our chests/hips
moving in the slight hammock sway
_______
rounded or squared cynthia asks about corners
on the end-grain cutting boards (one of each variety
set out on the table
the wood dark and wet with oil/water
_______

a short poem folded
like a passed note
torn out of notebook and titled
for frankie just before lunch
tossed my way across dining room table
pocket-sized and zipped into
my hoodie
_______

there’s plenty to go around jenafr says
to the bee in the cosmos patch where we
gather seed and use the word vulgar about the not-yet-opened-but-almost buds
_______
tiger-eye eyes i say
looking in and naming off cat quailities
_______
the absolute-danger color
of sunset sky
burning red in the west
everywhere along the horizon
_______
from the wider world:

View of an artwork by French artist JR on the U.S.-Mexico border in Tecate, California. – voice of america, day in photos

from the water world:

View of the aftermath of Hurricane Irma on Saint Maarten, the Dutch part of Saint Martin island in the Caribbean. voice of America, day in photos

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low and leaning

zoe keating’s cello layered over cello layered over cello
sounds swirling through room and in my ears
as i zig zag stitch the straps of black elastic
_______
there is grief in everything including
the slow creak/groan
of the trees outside karma – the sound only bark on bark could make
low and leaning, gradual
_______

mica and i walking down the back road
doing the plantar-faciatis pain-easing walk
(not swaggery or bouncy, but, the blues dance stance – butt out)
laughing as we go
under a hazey there-are-forest-fires-somewhere oranging sun
cloud-masked
________
all the pain cramming itself in against skull
the ache of all there is to ache about
pressing/pounding
it hurts to say and it hurts
to not say
_______
i wanted to open windows
i wanted to move things – drag them and shove them out the door 
she says
everything was so still

_______

ashby the grey black stripey farm cat
who really wants to be an indoor cat
(though he also wants to go on long walks/adventures)
scratching at the window screen
(universal cat language for let me in
and the kerthump of him landing
when i allow him passage

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family because we are

walking through the thinnest mist
this morning
and loving the grey sky above the green summer-leafed-out trees
and the little bits of water
visible everywhere (near/far) in the air
_______
standing on cool ranch porch
and finding that the bat has returned to its roost after a day of absence
while mama cat looks up at me from where she weaves between my feet and as
ashby the cat approaches on the path
i say something like oh good, we’re all together again
as if we are family
because, in fact, we are
_______

the second bouquet i’ve brought
to a second friend
in two days
which makes me think something like
come for the pollination
and stay for the a-beautiful-thing-to-give-to-people-so-that-you-never-show-up-empty-handed bonus


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the only detail that needs to be written

the only detail that needs to be written today is this:
i sleep in a loft and there are two long skinny windows up there – one at my head and one alongside me.
this morning, i woke up to catch the copper-orange sun glow in the sky, mottled by the woods i live tucked in, but still some of that redorange light meeting my greenbluebrown eyes.
i was super sleepy and heavy lidded and in this glimpse, i also saw what looked like a bat – perhaps the one that sleeps everyday on the exterior side of the wall that i sleep on the interior side of
so i laid my head down again before i turned over and propped myself, resisting with a ferociousness the heavy sleep wanting to roll back in, on elbows to just watch (one of my most favorite activities of all time – just watching, especially in a more wild setting)
another sight of a bat flitting by but then
(here is the magic) one small owl landing on the young maple trunk that leans more horizontal than vertical
gray in color and when i say small i mean about 8 or so inches tall
and then another swoops in and they do their funny head dance and for a while it is just them on that trunk probably not more than 20 feet from me
and then i notice a third on that very same trunk
and then one by one they swoop off to other branches and limbs where i can still watch them until they each swoop off yet again and this
is the world saying good morning
to me

_______
another detail (can’t resist)
wherein the phrase comes into my head
that goes you
have so much
to look forward to

_______
and a third, irresistable detail:
moonstar the cat
(who i must carry to my room
if we have a sleepover
because there’s a certain point where she seems to get too scared to follow me
through the dog terrain)
meowing at my window tonight
and how i can’t stop telling her
how brave she was
_______
ok, and a fifth:
the owl calls and hoots and shriek
10pm (barred owls, eastern screech)
going off overhead
and i feel like i am in a treehouse
sleeping with them
and in a sense, i kindof am

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