May 22, Sex Cloud

Almanac for Post Moderns

Again, interior becomes exterior.

This morning, my wife moved indoor plants out — house plants are now safe to be outside with other perrenial and annual ‘growing things’.

Late into spring the oak woods blooms. Two thirds of spring passed by, and in 10 days we’ve gone from bare trees to leaf-green. Winter bird holdovers — red belly woodpeckers, sapsuckers, nuthatches, flickers — as well as bluebirds, goldfinch and cardinals now have cover.

In days, the wooded landscape will gain full green/red as the under-growing huckleberry redden and their green leaves emerge.

With all this emergence comes massive, windblown pollination. Dangling off twigs and blown freely, oak catkin release their seed en masse. Yellow clouds blow off pine trees. Large spills drift on the ponds and ocean. All living things are coated in the genetic dust of sexual reproduction. What volume! For many here, these whole-island sex clouds spawn internal human suffering: headache, short breath and efforts to sneeze out the implanted seed . . .

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