consortium garden
can we please find the wild
relevé. on her toes, fins, or flippers,
rise Queen Califa’s magical child,
amphibious soul of same place,
dive into fragile bowls of pearl necklaces.
tripod stance, ballerina audio
undulates in hydrothermal springs,
where female octopi guard their eggs.
underwater seaforest studio
follows warm death-scent plumes,
trace the mark of eight, find the trail
to a consortium garden with legs.
to the seamount!
gather collective nouns for humans
beyond self or dyad or foursome
or acolyte kneeling for dubbing.
gather this gathering for assembly:
audience band board bunch cabal
choir city class clan clergy
club community corporation crew
family gang group horde jury
mob nation squad staff team
throng troop troupe tribe union…
civilization split and became agrarian.
fraternity fractures sorority sorrows,
stuck in survival mode,
social creatures by nature.
wild heart on a quest for wild healing
to replicate humanity’s natural state.
can humans recover
the link to wild creatures?
kingdom Animalia phylum Chordata
class Mammalia Primate order
family Hominidae genus Homo…
species Homo Sapien must now dive
to reach the underwater cave art.
it cries, ‘this is not my universe’.
x-ray of a dolphin's pectoral fin,
it looks similar to a human hand.
recover bubbles of memory
enshrining ecosystems of wildness
in night’s nectar.
attend to nature and subtle changes,
seat roll backward descent
into the sea, down to the reef
a stone wastes nothing.
blue hours leak
rays from stars punctuated.
the night turned everything into junipers,
cyan on cerulean coming to the surface,
where the encroaching sea waters the bole.
the owls swallowed the vowels.
sugar trees caring for conversations,
eliding the sounds completely,
his g-d a’mighty ascent fits the meter.
captain caption, ‘oars divide the ocean’
then a bird came down to walk,
‘twas bald eagle, not albatross.
gossamer feathers hit water’s melody,
knuckl’ng the keys, op’ning the wind’w,
more sliding down the cellar door.
all at once everything was tremulous!
beaks battle saved by a sell-a-daw.
vegetable or mineral, a fifth family,
do we have enough arms to gather them?
a sixth extinction mythmaker
waiting to be tamed by nature.
natural. laboratory. temperature.
it too works and plays.
find the wild in a tame world.
touch nature’s healing power.
sashay of tendons sadden suction
against blue glass
an’ whatta ya got in the paella,
an octopus garden.
