The Blue Jay
The blue jay flying,
see it?
The soft under of her wing
rustling in the wind’s stream.
How her tail provokes
the jaundiced morning sky
and her squawk, a planned
shuttering reverb.
She is one of us. Born
to survive a foreign existence
beginning before sight,
tossed into life’s circus
like a cup of mealworms
scattering from chicken beaks.
She keeps on spinning,
the Earth,
keeps on slinging
in gravitation pull
like the blue jay’s drift-
soft and easy.
Love Letter
You uplift me like dynamite
shooting a rock to heaven
then back to grounded.
You heal me like torn threads
sewn by tiny hands,
matching my very pattern.
You correct me.
You cannot predict the future,
yet you can influence it.
Your love is the metal core
of the ring I adorn.
Your spirit is reflective
like a doe prepping her fawn
for Spring forage.
Your growth is thunderous,
heard widely amongst
the lands you’ve visited.
Your aspiration is a hot air
balloon fueled by heat, soaring.
Our time consumed together
is like a coral reef, fragile,
colorful, and protective.
Fungus
The biggest living organism is a fungus,
not the human kind terrorizing
Earth’s virginity, a fungus stretching
leagues below their feet.
Our sun, sprouting mitochondria throughout
living bodies, feeds the things above,
sequentially feeding that below
as fertile minerals of death
seep downward into the soils
that men rip apart to plant and mine.
Those which live in darkness
feed upon death and grow
in the richest reasons to grow.
Diamonds grow from recycled carbon
will be recycled to carbon
when the human fungus ruins the above ground.
Our bodies are fine after death.
When our body’s cells reject their neighbors,
our electrical spark transmits
to another being seeking.