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Part III


Condensation Nuclei
Wendy Barker

Sea salt, pollen, and smoke.
Particles the air
needs to form a cloud.
A pebble in the palm.
Phrase dropped on a plate.
Your words I've collected
and lined up like bowls
of ash, or sand,
stared at, and wept.
Or like our lidded glass
containers: oats, wheat,
and opalescent grains
we use to knead
our bread, yeasty
loaves with raisins.
Rain, relief, the irritants
washed back to loam.
Saliva, the body's
juices that digest
grit between our teeth.


Dulce
Margot Van Sluytman

The ocean is a woman,
And I am yours.
She sends the spell of your deep blue eyes
Near my wanting neck.
You bend,
I rise up.
 
You are as She deity supping on
Dark dulce and green seaweed.
Swallowing the scent of
Seawater that laps upon
Sandy shores, as you invite
Behemoths to dance 
With you and the full moon
In her splendour.
 
She feeds you.
You feed me,
Petal pulsating-pink, alive.
You gaze as hazel-tinted sun rises,
Underscore our pleasures.
She wills only tenderness
And you say one word: yes.
 

Thermokarst
Wendy Barker

"Over thousands of miles in Alaska's interior, patches of forest sink into thermokarsts and die as swamp water floods them.  It is a frequent sight on the roadside: a stand of tamarack, gray, spidery, dead, rising from muskeg water."
               --William K. Stevens, The Change in the Weather

Tamarack in old habit--
firmness of permafrost's
hard layers beneath--
till underground ice pockets
thaw, and earth falls in,
diagonal. The sky
no longer up, and roots
awash in bog. Melting
causes spring, and health,
and sex, we think, liquidities
like mother's milk,
kindnesses that would be
kindest if dependable.
When sudden flood
befuddles us, how to find
the bottom, or the stars.


When the raven's wing
Toni H. Falls

lightly sweeps my body
 this tired mantle trembles, splits,
sloughs away like a locust's shell,
taking the smoky shadow of pain and disease.
The luminescence that is mine alone
will be revealed and I shall know myself again

but in a way unimagined,
like the blind man, who snips
            threads sewn to eyelids,
who slowly opens eyes long sealed and
             beholds himself for the first time,
radiant in his wholeness.

The Divine dwelled in my heart
as It lives in yours and promised me never to leave,
giving me strength to live and love,
Grace to hold my faith through this last, long journey,
and courage to chapter my story until this body besieged 
            grew weary and laid itself in the sweet heather of eternity.

I have not left you behind, Beloved,
my spirit and our Creator reside now in your heart,
and just as I was promised,
I make this covenant now with you...
though death may deny you my presence,
it quails when challenged by the everlasting love
God and I have for you.

Published 2009
Sustaining Abundant Life    
    


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