nature cycles: green stuff (boreal series), 2017. photography and poetry.
walking through everyday
human dominated sites and sounds,
it is simple to miss
or become oblivious
of miniature universes,
of green stuff,
of hard grey matter,
of spindly decay,
of families we can't see,
of sounds we cannot perceive,
of small things
that remain independent, sovereign and free
from our heavy, brash and myopic legitimacy.
invisible moisture constantly surrounds us.
hidden in small pockets of sensuous dark green plant matter,
that, if we could fit inside,
lay down in it,
we would be awestruck
with the dominion of plants,
with their sublime architecture,
with their mind halting stillness,
with their juicy, otherworldly, magic skin.
their own decay and death
allows them to grow out of rock.
when watching green stuff
slowly walk over grey stuff
i stop thinking because it is the only sane thing to do.
sanity, how far is it now?
beneath your feet!