Six Mile Cypress Slough December 2, 2018

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Celery Fields December 1, 2018

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tectonics

When the old rules constraining what is possible

Get shredded into an endless litany of fake news stories

Subversively calling out the deep state conspiracy

We are invited to take this opportunity as our own

To be the unintended consequence opposed to fascism

Against the crony corruption of the crooked crowd

To tear down their entire political apparatus

Advancing a new vision of liberty and justice for all.

It has been too long since the last great upheaval

Like a fault line overdue for a sudden dislocation

The moment in Pogo when Alfred upends the game board

Shouting “Earthquake!” as the checkers tumble down.

No one knows exactly when the big one will happen

But there’s no doubt the increasing tension will snap

The contradiction of technology creating greater inequality

Backed by white nationalist outrages inflicted on humankind.

The false notion that the continents were fixed in place

Prevailing when “Made in USA” was affixed to most everything

Undercut when ocean rifts and trenches revealed tectonic plates

Inching inexorably along with the shifting world order.

The ruling ideology of our time asserts capitalism is inevitable

Requiring us to first change what we think is possible

To imagine what life could be like in the pursuit of happiness

If we were all in it together sharing the same fate.

As is obviously the inevitable consequence of dumping waste

In the air, on land, in the sea fouling our earth with toxins

Causing the cascade of global warming climate change

People are going to demand a complete overhaul.

There is a better way to organize society

That makes a priority of meeting people’s needs

That does science to solve problems and improve health

Subducting private profit for the public good.

interlude

Time for bed again, so soon, you say

Turning the light off and pulling the covers up

Another week gone by as we sink deeper

Into the season of long nights and cold days.

Sleep is a dreamscape moving in and out

Waking every few hours aware of this place

Settling back down into the flow of imagination

Resting easy suspended in timeless space.

The sun in the morning reflecting on the snow

Illuminating every windowed room with bright light

As we enjoy our coffee inside our warm house

Beginning our day with this simple pleasure.

Our lives have slowed down

Our needs are few

We have time for ourselves

We do only what we want to do.