I Hate Rainbows

7B829405-609D-49BB-AB5C-B86858015AF8It was morning all afternoon
and the rain was somehow involved
in who we were

when it disappears, a rainbow emerges
end to end, a bold one full of lessons

a girl in the backseat says,
I hate rainbows–
they remind me how nothing ever lasts

and looks in the mirror
making sure the colors she painted
on her face
are staying where they should
and saying the things she wants to say

The moon is cool, though, she admits
because it gives me evidence
that we actually spin

she translates from french
my own poem
that had been carried across the sea
from its native tongue
and it comes out better

It occurs to me now it was a poem
about how the butterflies and bees
are disappearing fast in the world she’s inheriting—
how nothing ever lasts

And I want to be something that lasts for her,
so I say I’ll help you write that poem about your uncle
not knowing too much about helping anyone
with poetry
but I never get the chance

I want to tell her that despite not knowing how to speak her language
she’s taught me so much
but I don’t

I want to say to her, yes, change is hard
harder than the falling rain
harder than rainbows are soft
but I don’t

I want to say, feel what you feel, it’s okay
even if you have to hate rainbows
but I don’t

I want to tell her what a strange courage
they give me
a reminder that we only have this moment
but I don’t

the moment passes
the rainbow fades away
and morning finally and too soon becomes night

—Ryan Van Lenning
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Gorgeous Storm

6e2d0a5b-b44d-4a50-a743-06d6f2fcb17dThis gorgeous storm
Keeps getting stuck in my teeth

As if I could bite-size my way
To destiny

When all I want is to have it
Come racing out my lungs

Like a waterfall plunging
Over my luscious tongue
and out my mouth

Flooding all the landscapes
of my crooked life

To join the birds and beloved lusts
Of a wounded world.

Please, Storm, please,
knock down the weak branches of my being
And wash away the old debris

Sunday Before Christmas

C2681DA1-DA6A-4845-9841-FEC395106A91Though this is a multi-lifetime piece
it drops in the Sunday before Christmas
when the rain is still a soundtrack
on your multi-hijacked ears
and the multi-brew merriment is several streets away
and the only sweater you have has holes in it
and a stain from olive oil

You feel you should be lonely
but in fact you’re not, not because
the dog perks her ears up when you do

But because unlike her
you’re no longer chasing
the wrong things

Leaving the Grass

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First rain of the season!
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Though the stalks are dry
though they may have been dead for years

How you, in the tall grass, still hide

Though whatever hunts you–
or you think hunts you–
hunts you there as well

And while you feel safer
among the reeds
you can’t see well
nor stretch your powerful legs

Nor cast your astonishing voice
into the wide-net sky

The sky, who needs your songs
to unlock the clouds
and release the new rain

So today, walk out and cast it—
So much depends on you
leaving the grass

Kneel for Your Mugwort Blessing

IMG_8932Here’s the final installment of my winter Haiku series! (technically a few days overdue, as Spring Equinox was Tuesday). My goal was a total of 107 Forest Haikus. I achieved it and added one more for a total of 108. Some of you may know the significance of the number. (See the others haikus in the series: Plum Blossom Blankets, Skinny Dipping Water, Fiddlehead Fern Plays an Early Note, Cricket’s Eye Point-of-View, Being Stalked By A Forest, Wings Like Boomerangs, My Tent is Leaking Haikus, Always Coming and Going, and Dancing Naked In the Rain)
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Me and Ms. Otter
surprising one another
in the morning fog
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Sunday morning church:
kneel for mugwort blessings
as turkeys sing hymns
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Jackrabbits jumping
during their morning commute
no time for hellos
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A pair of mule deer
eating the forest buffet
from sunrise to dusk
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Egret flying by
when I open my tent door—
sure beats traffic jams
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Final winter rain
spiders think my bed’s a raft
to float into spring
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Last day of winter
an island in the river
sweet swallows swerving
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Water’s edge at dawn
the fog and great blue heron
sipping life slowly
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Hummingbird hovers
in a cerulean sky
chirping for the moon
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Because words are food
chew on them and let them roll
around in your mouth
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Spring arrives with rain
someone left their antlers out—
their head must be cold
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Nearby faraway—
where the seasons still dance for
all our relatives
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Last day of winter
geese are honking up a storm
for a midnight snack
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From first light to dusk
back and forth and back again
geese fly the river
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When Quiet is Queen
Winter speaks undying love
in her holy ear
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Water’s edge at dawn
a river otter splashes
cold spring on his face

—Ryan Van Lenning

Resurrecting the Language of the Earth

rainbow shadowAfter my grandparents died many years ago, I spent a week going through the old farmhouse. Among the cast iron pots, old magazines, and toys from two generations ago, I discovered fragments of old letters that were from my grandfather’s grandmother. Her name was Atalier, and she apparently spoke neither Dutch or English. Growing up playing on the farm, I never heard anything about Atalier, but occasionally I would hear strange words emerge from my grandpa as we ‘walked the beans’ together in the early morning….Ajana minoet a’lan…(the Ulaba song) or from my grandmother when she was picking strawberries in her garden as a light rain fell…patepete arila a’lan….

It was Aduana, the language my grandmother called “language of the earth.” And even they only knew a few words here and there and some lines of songs. The letter fragments of my great-great-great grandmother, along with consulting elders from the old country and listening deeply to the land, have helped me excavate and resurrect it, this rich and endlessly versatile language, with deep roots in the earth and flowing water.

This is the beginning of the Aduana-English Translation Project, perhaps a dictionary for a new era. The translation difficulties are immense, in part because English simply has no one-word equivalencies to Aduana words. The specificity of Aduana to complex natural phenomena is astounding.
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Aduana – 1)the name of an ancient earth language, 2)the force that draws things back to the earth (as in leaves falling to the ground. It is like a combination of the concepts of gravity, spirit, and longing)

A’ndula – The force that draws things in circulations through time (blood, water cycle, etc. When emphasized in an ascending-descending tone (or capitalized) refers to that at the largest scale, which has been translated as “Great Circulation”

nuomi – Season. Each season has its own word for the way something is and looks and feels. There are two words signifying rainy and dry season (iji, uti)
but then 8 further words signifying early fall, deep fall, early winter, deep winter, etc. (nuj, anuj, ota, aota, etc.)

Within those almost endless variations which can be identified by syllables inserted in the middle of the word. They are commonly used adjectively to describe someone’s mood, clothes, stage of life (and someone includes non-humans). It is extremely versatile and specific. For example, “You look deep winter with sunny sky and light mist” can be captured by one word (aotahonariki).

j’anwika – 1)The transition between seasons,  2)Turning the wheel,  3)Life changes (from root wek = change, and a’jan = turning/movement)

wooni or uni – The force that brings a group of animals together (as in when ladybugs clump, bees swarm, humans gather for council, ravens congregate)

awikry – When the weather changes in rapid succession, alternating between sun, rain, hail, etc. (from root wek, meaning change)

lotanna – The force that decays wood

owa – The force that draws things up

hihilan’lan – When worms come out after a rain

patepete – A steady, light rain. With variations: (apatete – A steady, medium rain, opatete – A steady, hard rain, patepet – An unsteady, sproradic rain, patepeni – A warm rain)

loyo-oto – The experience of time-space from a tree’s perspective. Trees experience movement of most animals as time-space jumpers

sono-oto – The experience of time-space from a rock’s perspective. Rocks experience even tree movement as rapid.

o a’lan – The in-between moments just before dawn

ish’a’ish – The sound of lichen growing. said to be heard only by the elders

arduaka – The condition of being muddy, wet, and decaying. Used to refer to seasonal condition or cultural

unche – The sipping of roots, especially by trees (with very soft, barely heard n)

unche-unche – The sound the sipping of roots makes

Apparently, there are no Aduana words for weed, fence, or lie.