Long Aquifer Poems
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I want to walk with you
on the hills of tomorrow
drag fingers like tines
in the dark dirt
prepared by centuries
of anticipation
nothing but a few shoots
of grass there
waiting perfectly
for growth, some
human attendance, some
ones to roll
and plant deeply
sending roots
to the aquifer.
I want the honey-sweet sun
to make your skin quartz
glimmering like a thousand mirrors
and every living thing,
every dewdrop-living microbe
and sharp-eyed circling hawk
and waving photosynthetic wand
to take notice--
Strangers from a city
are peaceful now,
love bound and harmonious
and mean everything to you,
are here
infinite one minute
and the gone the next
in combustion of what you created.
Regret beats down like rain
Longing is like a still aquifer
No matter how I cup my hands
Regrets slip through my fingers
Filters underground to longing
All my failures transpire
Comes down in a torrent
The soil drinks all my regrets
Pools into something pure
Kilometers out of reach
I bring out a shovel
But emptiness has no soil
Here's my drill too short
But my bit is too brittle
It breaks just out of reach ‘
The soil of a failed marriage
The topsoil of a son divided
Each grain of my shortcomings
Receiving my sweat and blood
Meet sweet and sour longing
Quenched then parched again
Give me living water, Jesus
Make me porous enough
Solute dissolved into solution
That nothing drains to longing
If I could let go of solidity
To be dissolved by regrets
To be transfigured to water
So, I dig my well, empty
Not knowing I am the Pacific
Make a home in the desert
Regret right as rain, me askew
Sweet longing out of reach
Myself, their conduit broken
Dig into the impossible China
Not knowing I’m 70% water
Knowing, make me a pail
A small hole if regret overflows
Myself a drop of gritty blood
Reaching toward the water table
Longing like the salty ocean
Wet nights, warm days are what we want in the summer noosphere.
Man's mind one with weather.
If this is true, life is good, or will be good.
Can I be encouraged that my sons will find mystery on the planet
as I did?
How sweet the slow spring! May already and the canopy not out yet.
Woods quiet all winter.
Now I can't distinguish the many bird songs from where I sit.
Red maple flowers and first sugar maple leaves are, to me, the Christ
child
that's been coming.
The ancient poems and the new make the 1/10 inch of annual topsoil
from carbon dioxide loading.
As a humanist I want everyone pursuing happiness; as a naturalist
I sometimes pray for man's destruction. As a rationalist I admit
I lack data.
O to play slow and sure, even when the tune is fast. Inside an aquifer
of love for the audience.
Not to fear or even necessarily obey the changing wind's
direction. Being here I breathe and make the atmosphere as seen
from outer space.
The song of the world will often take you far from yourself. There
will be no self. How will you know yourself?
By knowing thyme and dandelion, the blue jay from the hawk,
the heron in its swamp, black cherries and the one pear at the junction
of the trails.
They are yourself.
Nature can teaches us
So much if we take the time
To stop, look and listen to your heart
And what She is saying
At times, if we care to hear Her
We can do so many ways:
Protect Her where protection is needed
Replant trees where reforestation is urgent
Human progress should nature progress also
Do less mining with precautions
Government should care the aquifer
Strict enforcement of Air, Land and Water Act
Refill, reuse and recycle canned and plastic product
Don't throw garbage to nature
She is the source of life, of treasure, of beauty
Therefore, we owe her everything
Therefore, as form of gratitude
We'll love and protect Her till the end
We are in such a hurry at times
That nature predicament now is in danger
It's getting worsen, irreplaceable and irreparable
Damage conditions of our nature
Hope Leaders of the World awaken
Global warming is real
Nature is unleashing its fury everyday
People will realized it's not too late to heal Her
Yes, we live in an incredible World Of Nature
It's time true love for nature is exemplified
Let us reciprocate where reciprocation is due.
Life on the Edge of a Desert
David J Walker
First of all
It’s really a converted prairie
Once a jungle of buffalo grass
A thick jumble of forest for the
smallest of all God’s creatures
land captured and plowed asunder
becoming The harvest
of common principle
the subject of the annual
King Cotton fall festival
That is if God chooses to cleanse
the agrarian sins
And sends a Eucharist of rain to the
Forgiven farmers of bootlegged
Aquifer moisture
Last of all
It is a land of open sky
Endless sky
Left in the hands of the fearless
Subjects of the winds
Where every new generation
of true pioneers
will live and die
under the watchful eye
Of a living and loving God
I shall refrain
From voicing my political taste
As it varies by occasion
A soft mushy oatmeal
Breakfast
Accompanied by a few
Blushing strawberries
A street vendor hot dog
With relish
And a side of sauerkraut
Washed down with
A finely distilled, purified
Arizona Aquifer water
A “choke and slide” PB&J
On the run
To pick up the grandkids
Fresh fruit and veggies
Of unknown origin
A flavorless meat mime
Of questionable authenticity
Milk, with an expiration date
Longer than mine
Dessert
The hope of the day
Soft, chewy, warmth
Draped in a whipped cream robe
Delivered
To another table.