WHAT DO YOU HEAR WHEN YOU LISTEN TO LICHEN GROW?

D6A52611-6978-4212-A7D8-C76EC3CB7930In a mountain cave
under the spell
of a turbulent creek
I listen to lichen grow

Under the smell
of a winter rain
I listen to a landscape’s
green resurrection

Enchanted, I become velvety
like moss

I become patient like stone

I become beflowed like water

and suddenly remember
that I am
a songbird
a spiderweb
a sprouting buckeye

and wild like worms
in the hill beside me
escaping the flood

What do you hear when you listen to lichen grow?
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Included in a new collection ‘No Lies on the Mountain’. That and my collection of love and erotic poetry, ‘Wild Rose Hips’, my book of mystery poems ‘Silence Begins Here’, my polyRiverous celebration of rivers, mountains, and souls ‘Riverever’ will be out later this year. In the meantime, You can get RE-MEMBERING: Poems of Earth & Soul. and High-Cooing Through the Seasons: Haiku From the Forest through your local bookstore, on Amazon or Indiebound, Link in bio. 🌿🐝🐺🌲🔥 🌍🙏🏽

CASTING OUR NET

296BFA2F-3B04-43A6-9E87-D7F5FC41197FFair warning here before embarking
much unknown and vicious
swims here-in
the kinds that live in hurricanes and
meteors and every fallen limb

Lives down here too the shadow swimmers
sunken ones beyond the reach of sun
Let’s cast our net and see what of you
and I might be glimpsed or even caught
What might be eaten or even fought

Much might have to be tossed back, but not
to die, but endure a going home
wet with surprise when we too drop down
with the ugly eyeless big-mouthed ones

Yet one wonders if we know which parts
we dare to keep and with which we part
and soon return as an offering
to the darkling waters of this sea

Until we—with shudder and a grin—
know the fathoms of the sea within
our net another arm unbound
we use to hold the things we found