The first curl of knuckles into unfamiliar fist / begins to set
a pattern in the synapses: here is how to respond / tuck in
and be ready. This great love of the wide world / doesn’t translate
well into the everyday details. The people at large/ are not graceful
but determined to claim stake. And who / can blame them?
We in this world have arrived in the midst / of disintegration
and we none of us thought carefully / before deciding to contribute –
we woke / to find ourselves / on the boat / already sinking.
Quick comes the impulse to save / what might be saved
the small pieces grow significant / the large movements
too late in arriving / so we will take what we can / even of peace.
It is the mute truth of our defeat / at the hands
of our greatest epic storied histories / how science
killed us with its material / how we killed
the world with our need to know / and to take.
The fist cannot form fully / the joints are already
too swollen to bend / or to straighten:
crooked fingers / poised and waiting.
Sunday of the Visitation
A trip up to Bellingham brought old and other worlds together today. We gathered in Jess’ living room to begin a conversation about the language of power and the language of love related to this article: http://www.shambhalainstitute.org/Fieldnotes/issue-13-kahane
On my way home I turned right at the old familiar corner of F street and Dupont, and spied Dale the neocappadocian, that old lion, ambling down the road with a carton of coffee. I pulled over and gave him a ride home, where we shared wine on his small porch and talked snippets and places. He told me about the significance of the day – you can read about it for yourself at www.neocappadocians.blogspot.com – and we made a passable visit. We talked about ducks and raccoons and the sound that bugs make, about intergenerational groups and the making of world peace and how it doesn’t matter where we are when the shit goes down, we’ll be going down too. Here’s a link to a story about Dale from one of the local papers – http://www.lovelycitizen.com/story/1397120.html
Brought back old times, did today. All my relations.