Canticles for the Cosmos
we find
galaxies of sea stars
at low tide
sister constellations
if the sky should fall
night unties
the Belt of Venus
we bind
our hands together
with trailing ribbons
the graffiti
of firefly stars at dusk
we follow
until our eyes adjust
to the narrative of night
deep twilight
and noctilucent clouds
could there be
anything more magical
than sharing these with you
Inspiration/Expiration
the old trees
under which we played
as children
still breathe us into being
our every root entwined
zip-lining
through forest canopy
recalling when
I was a sparrowhawk
and you were my prey
the elm trees
are slowly dying
this city
at times, too much
even for them
in the biome
of boreal forest
boots tread
heavily through habitat
we were not meant to own
clear-cut logging
scars visible from space
there must be
other ways for humans
to leave their footprint
Enviromentality
an acqueduct
built on land belonging
to First Nations
now, they must boil water
while the city drinks its fill
thin and weak
a polar bear searches
for pack ice
if we lost our own cubs
would climate change be real
prairie lakes
bloom with toxic algae
remember when
we swam in pristine waters
untroubled by such things
earthquakes
fracturing the fabric
of our lives
into hydrocarbons
we stand upon the brink
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