Time Is Different

Time is different for the massless and you don’t want any of that

And how there are only cages for those who know it

Trees in forests

Days in phantom months

Lives in lost colonies

We headed north or west and brought our loaded prefixes

Not meals

Not means

But yes yes something old

Another old thing and another building the first fence in the English countryside

Essentially

Here a waterslide long after the Days of Waterslides

Here a bottomless pit with nary a heroine in sight

Here a scenic view

And here

And here

And here

Everything has a way of becoming everything

Look at the sky

It’ll tell your story

One Morning One Day

One morning Baltimore

Notes on as if

Sentences are for commuting

And load times the way to work

How far how far

That we question apple cores

Or squander science

Or silence Spring

How far how relative so far and nowhere

And then one evening, Amherst

We’re Up

Like limits

Precision difficulties

Occlusion vs. inclusion

The thing sheet of gold used to discover atoms or something like that

Informed consent

Fellowship in all surveys

Your favorite amphibian’s favorite meal

Cycle after cycle a new way to see

And Again

Boys on dirt-bikes

Men on dirt-bikes

Dirt on dirt-bikes less so

A nosebleed will happen

Or water with trace elements

You’ll lose a day here or there

Distance or time and bridges

Huge distances, inhuman time, more bridges

Online classes in American Sign Language

First, second, third

Is someone else’s eighty-four

Walk it all the way back

Pull the shades and get ready to go again

And the Rain

The kind of sadness that’s rounded with hope

Decomp is a process

There are recipes for everything online

This too is human nature

And then tomatoes or leftovers or a little nap

Another map, a good night’s sleep, a slow-to-rouse morning

Hard stops, healthy eating, forgiveness

More healthy eating, more forgiveness

Favor your left, quick wits, subsets

They’ll wrap you up in false binaries

They’ll wrap you up in artificial scarcity

They’ll wrap you up in constant crisis

This too is human nature

And it didn’t rain

How It’s Wanted

You can look up what time the sun’s gonna rise on any particular day in any particular place

At one point, this country split in two and each side fought and killed the other

Folks of different backgrounds and situations continue to fight for right daily in this country

You might look at a pin or the time on an alarm clock and wonder What is this worth? or What more could I do?

You might remember that everything leads to something else

And you might get lost in the math or tackle it head-on with teamwork that’d make earlier generations blush

Because there is snow falling, and woodlands burning, and COVID spreading, and discoveries being discovered, and it isn’t even lunchtime here yet

If you keep going, you may keep hoping for a conclusion

Ocean-going Alive

Aloft, seasoned, self-less

Centered over something

Question the horizon

Forgive every echo

Sometimes sugar’s hard to come by

First deep

Save the sunlight vs. savor whole numbers

Deeper still

Trade on trade after closing time 

Fourteen Dissolves

Have it at it

Hold on right

Look look it over

Lloyd, Levan, leftover

Ranks and remember

All the names

Way down

Now over and up

Now mirrored

Felted, flecked, forgotten

I Forgot What Day It Was

When I almost forgot what day it was

One waterway or another, we’ll get there

Always the sun, the tail end of things, forgiveness

Start again with fewer points

Start again, look up

Start again

Beef stock, live stock, all the rates and all the exchanges 

What will we do with you?

What will we do?

Check Check Check

There there is a place

A child so small you can hold it in your cupped hands

Everything wounded you’ve ever know

That which, that which will, that which has

Sometimes it’s just a cabin in the woods but what fun is there in that

Or a dog in the distance

Or a day in the distance

Or sunshine

What corner they ask as you wipe the date from your eye

Organic vegetables, keyless entry, climate justice

A pile of things begets another

Granted Saves

Right righted rentals ready-set go

Left lent poorly and your life to live

Center lowered clear skies found again

Center lifted with the better hat for a better day

Cycle cycle cycle till the day is done

Four Hundred

 Foot soldiers in the theater

Divide again and again

Like walls like air like there you have it

Feathers forever

Favoring your step

Disguise the gaps and call it a day

The lost

The leftover

The leveraged and the lent 

Wake up to it every day

Everyone breathing