Shadow On Cedar (image by Barbara Ford)

Shadow Conspiracy

Barbara Ford
Nov 5, 2019 · 1 min read

This light, this day with the
red cedars and ferns
Leaves me dreaming
of ancient roots
anchoring my feet
to a path
we share together.

The light slants so that I am
figured on the stump
alive with coppery rhizomes
and unseen fungi,
slowly eating the fading songs
of wind, wood, water

We breathe together
that cedar and I
or perhaps it is the village
of cedar eaters I breathe with instead
my breath out
becomes their breath in

When I too am felled
my songs will fade
but will my body keep giving,
extending roots to feed
the underground cities of life?

Will the days of
protest
weeping
fury
which sometimes stretched my roots
to the point of breaking
will that live on in the tangles
Underneath the duff and soil?

Will I become the nurse log
the support for rising wisdom
deeper clarity
stronger intention
enough to finally save the world?

with each breath
the cedar song repeats the refrain
Not mine, not mine, not mine
to save, but ours

Our lives
our wisdom
our open hearts
our justice
our ever-bearing death.

Resistance Poetry

Verse as Commentary

Barbara Ford

Written by

Climate activist, facilitator, singer, and artist working at the confluence of creativity, spirit, and activism. Website https://barbaraford.net

Resistance Poetry

Verse as Commentary

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