Backwards Necklace Upside Down World
I put my necklace on backwards today
(it was early).
The azure blue hidden from view
(the world knew)
The sky began to suck all
its breath in — holding on and
on and on.
It told a story of dusty pain
a stark winter near summer’s end
more amend than portend.
I’m a fortunate one.
I find poetry
in this temporarily
unrelenting
dust.
Music to share if you dare
Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya
Orange Skies
Bright sides of roads inside abodes
bode well for begins
rubbles to crawl in
and rescue the very
nature
of our core
extract the essencia (o valencia)
and rebuild Pompeii
all the states of grace
up and down
this leeward coast
burnt refugee camps
on isles
of Lesbos.
Big fires everywhere
hard to wash them out.
Do you dare?
Care.
Yes.
Leave all your thoughts
in the dust
of paper
trails
(those trees died
for the cause — not virgins
— bravely, sagely, pagely).
Ashes do rain collective pain
Its reign ends today.
We woke up
to unimagined starkness
inveterate hardness.
I dug out my cloak of stars
snowy owl
shouldering on
yonder
ponder
wander
in touch
with the ground
revolving around
an axis
of truth.
In vertical time
I wander
standing
still
in the deep
well enough
to fill
my cup,
yours, too.
I put my necklace on backwards today
(it was early).
It turned out to be knotted —
lightly, not tightly.
The blue was facing inward.
5 windows triangulating through
composting the sticky glue
of doubt (shake it out)
the taliswoman
is now
facing out
again
my friend.
More amend than portend.
I put my necklace on backwards today
(it was early).
by Lisa Clapper in the colonial mission of san francisco
on Ramaytush Ohlone native land
