Raptor's Eye

EarthCare Elders repurposed our red brick industrial BrownField Including a rusted metal box the size and shape of a giant's coffin orange and dingy brown metal flaking paradox floating toward sacred ground along river's sweeping fed up bed. Here lived a racoon mother as had her Elder EarthMother before her, members of an indigenous EarthTribe with river wisdom long before our anthro-privileged patriarchal/matriarchal political and capital economic divisive time, perhaps more cooperatively sublime. Because of Mother Racoon's prior claim, our Elders could not remove this blatant blight from commercial waterfront views when they salvaged the metal roof beneath it to install solar panels and repurposed metal blades for wind turbines Facing south toward Long Island's soundless waves and marshy breezes, rapture to our downstream raptors. So, instead of decapitating this rusted tomb for racoon's rest Her bedroom was brushed, redressed high up above our healing river and painted fiery red with a black raptor's feathered eye guarding furious west across autumn's sky Relentlessly watching our rivered valley as trees burn orange rich crimson mellow yellow. Our sacred river eye of gratitude for River Gaia's flowing watch back through transportive time. She brought us rich soil, luscious drinking water from the North, seeds of grass, raspberry and blackberry vines, mountain laurel, blueberry and cranberry bushes, maple and oak and chestnut and evergreens, Edibles and ornamentals, mushrooms and nuts, berries and squash and melons, herbs and strawberries, squirrels and frogs and bears, cats and wolves, bats and eagles flowing and following upstream sometimes collaboratively unaware But, mostly down deep under, sprouting magical thunder awe and sacred wonder All this before our Raptor's Eye for those who see what others hear of EarthTribe's mystery.