I had been wondering to myself if it was acceptable to boil seeds. Beginnings should not be cut short I thought, standing and brewing whole heads of dandelion clock on the stove. But
who says where the beginning is?
Things fall into other things –
Get over one self to become
An other self. Desire,
Pulling down over and over,
Crowns into earth and off again.
Making inks and dyes from nature in any stage of their cycle Living involves making many interceptions. By picking up and moving things out of their biomes, out of (their) place we cause disruption. We are also disturbed and reformed, by rain and soil, webs, viruses and
scattered clouds of concealed colours.
It is only from just under six foot
Above the surface of the ‘scene
That death arrives alone as night
And the sign for life is sunlit green.
Get down.
On my hands and knees, rabbit-height,
Rat-eyed, everything is toddler. Between
The weighted ground and a blanket of stars
Reality is churning, bright, unseen.
to be two 