Tangency (Poem)
humid mid-morning
air —
heavy upon the Land
— lifted by rising sun.
the (farmed) flora’s dew bore no burden with its weight
to the soil beneath it, which drank it: where the microbes
laugh,
alive in their Matter; more movement in moisture.
sweltering for us who toil, gladly, together, enduring day,
knowing from yesterdays
that soon noon will bake.
but breezes come, and complement
— in correspondence — pouring pores.
Ethereal relief.
from clearing to canopy cover,
a perhaps — more sustainable — reprieve
in cool, still, shade.
but if there: hearing, seeing, knowing clearing’s wind
without feeling its gusts.
Wonder is at once binding
and compelling.
What (Who) is at the edge adjacent — transition zone — of both Field and Forest, where the wall of Trees’ Leaves wag,
where the Earth in which those Trees’ Roots are bound remains firm; surrounding ground kept tight, too, by perennial Grasses, untilled.
would-be-Weeds scatter Seeds. Insects innumerable.
Boulders, Birches, baby Beeches
pervasive Parviflorus, Rubus — Thimbleberry barrier;
casual Crow, and high Hawk:
down to high Branch, pursuing Vole(s) below — their Tunnels and Homes amid Roots and Rock.
Life is as much each of all of Them, of Us, as what is in, and of, the in-Betweens.
Where We meet to become the most “of” each Other: tangents —
vibrant
with Relation.
