Think on it! In the beginning Had not occurred such thing as mortal Death. Walked hand in hand our new Maide children the sweetest aisles of perfect earth Risen there its soil, spread holy stock organic membrane woven round. Devised his curse, Apollo, Set Man against The Woman Descendants human kine. Yet had not early surged such enmity between the genders, Persecuted first, The Queen of Heaven. Aphollowed only after. . . Churst and Massacred, The Woman. Reached to genocide, the earthly state of war between divided sexes. Yet never existed true schism, except was thing contrived in heaven. Now Male and Female are conditioned equal, Denying both, their maker Goddess. He bruises heel, Apollo: 'Upon your seed, my venmity Serpent Worman! Repent!' Harries her, Impalla-Acchus, Self-proclaimed was Jealous God Impelled the rancor ancient. As perceives the beauty envied Maide New Human. . . Sets about its persecution. Twinned progeny was Io's, Derogates as produce hardly more than beasts the fields That cause henceforward Vengeful mayhem and destruction.
Striding the Bones of the Coastal Range
Hiking of solitary again, gaited steady. Striding the bones of the coastal range. Granite flesh unstable, piles wind-riven ocean skin magmatic, that Wrinkling; obscures foundation osseus age below. So clean Our Mother's bones. Isolate the sky retreated the world, Reared towering Guardian Over All: The Pico Diablo Mountain. Was legend bear still roamed there, crag remote to dominate. Eagle, Condor sails the fog-borne tastes and smells the sea-band life. . . Airs breathed light and sheened a fog bourne drift of silver. Brushing antlered pine and feathered hemlock, fibered cypress shag; Deciphering cryptic sawyeries, trunks jig-mosaiced the sycamore planes: Jump free the missiled propellors my head: squadrons downtwirl the wind. Sprawls reach majestic live-oak's bough, Druid kingship the meadow; Mistletoe bearded and green gray spanish mossed, Boles knotted mottled lichen. At their feet discovering sometimes a golden strawlike flower-- I never knew its name but the smell was walnut honey. Summertimes tranquil the fog to scatter, Rendering them gold-leafed gentry the landed hills And deeper gilded gulleys. . . Dipped there grace of eucalyptus, daughtered tall of foreign sunlights Borne australasian shores. . . prolific enough her sistered genus, forest Complete the bush of its own. Compatible titans equal their stands, side by side the milk-seed cotton; Mosslike perpetual, tamarisk shed; white roble oak and pepper tree, China bells pinked undulate. Light absents the densest pine. Visit but mournful soughing winds the Sentinel mystery darkling stands defining the edges of summer. And hope. Melancholics, they do not venture sunlit meadow except crept formation Several, security patrolled. . . And none but Mistletoe and Cypress do presage events more dire. But holy the wood of redwood dendra. Perhaps their age. . . .Of them all Bienvenue accordant most the sun, Footed the fronded fern, wreathed tall embracing light soft filtered, Stately the greenwood. Copses holy appointment high meadow divinely adorning! Centuries regal The presence ordained: new coronate fresh. Clearheart girth abode alluring. . . Slow accretion year by year advancing mass, tree-home penultimate dream In child-heart bower. Benevolence giant! Sequoia presence. I thought perhaps some glimpse to steal of spirit tutelar within-- Imagined hamadryad, sylvan nymph; intelligence not faun. Took more than thought. I stared and stared Till vexed the glaring nothing! I revealed. Others had described it, persuaded one the charm. . . Why then not I? Imagination? Oh I see. Foolish to be angry. . . just love the tree, instead. Came then softly the miraculous: Was loving me the tree and was its spirit! Found! Wandering daisy-chained and buttercup meadows, dandelion and shuttle Cocked, hedged wild the grape and rose rife meadow titmouse; Golden poppy paper chasings scattered unexpected; harebell fairy helmet Capped blue as artichoke's wild thistle; and lupine, campanula speared. Foxglove belling 'ware! umbellate hemlock poison! Tipped red parasite indian paint-brush lady, The open face of yellow primrose calendula, dry. . .myself a butterfly In boots that foxtail grasses creep perverse the socks Reverse to lock Determined as the salmon upstream bounding! Strives whither or what the foxtail? Beaver munched and terrapin, Where cress and purslane lay the creek bed; Made way mindful hare and rabbit! Spoor departed bunny lop! To cover alike of quail and ring-tail pheasant showy: Spotted bay laurel and brittle sinewed, the rud madroñe, Haven (uncertain), From muskrat and fox, thwarted entangling spines. Breezes capricious, quail alarming may scarcely contain their silence. . . Devastated covert! Little cries and poignant beeping running. . .instantaneous pounced! Coteried dove mourns early evening, alone to be heard over silence; Birdsong of others' strangely quiet. . . Wicker to rise. . .the fantail light. Fanning the wind-beating hover. Crescent to rise. . .the moon and silver horned. West the sun betwixt east gathered moon-white-tail antelope gazelle; Touching faun grace newly living! the little elfin hoofs. Shanked reed-slender. Glass-blown airy. Informed by the wind. Advancing his lookout warning, twittered them scolding eternally dear-- Squirrel red-tailed and nervoused twitching. But entangled web spangled, her butterfly wing no avail-- Extricates my hand little psyche butterfly, free. Her death flight otherwise! Thrice circles round my head before lighting back her world. Opossum might lumber here. Dappled glade occasional sloat discerned. Sly! As to sloths! Overhead boughs clasped upside down: Hiding? Silly things! Long in the claw, but hairless; long in the ear, Deaf, dumb, and blind for all purpose. Brain wave too slow to eat! How should poor creatures survive? Watcher high above, the brood wren. . . Nesting the eggs awaiting the throats young birds to sing. . . Known always the sound they will be. Wings impatient to fly. Cliff-martin arias. Exaltation! choired cascadings descendings sacred; Canticled crystal, waterdrops diamond, Trails scattered the rising wing. Hovers the sparrow, darts at the hawk Desperate protection Of fierce with her terror in deadly engagement. . . Small blue eggs. Calm the hawk, intently Unburdened questions of unequal-matched. Life lived one! all existence. . . .Small blue eggs. . . . Consenting pause and silence: twohoots then the owl. Cries the first nighthawk. Bats skirling radar new twilight. A fir tree ribbons and cradles the moon. Crowned and shining. Soft in the pause she lights tree mother. Down and aglow. Slowly aloft on feathering finger, voyager canopied moonlight. Up. And away. . . . Great deer form, giant posed unearthly Where gray fog laps the trees. . . Sails slow the moss frond into the no-see. . . . You are here with me, My Mother. Departure the wood. Drifts breath damp life; odor shifting vaporous. The loam underfoot cooled shamrock. Bethinking bobcats were hunted here. Their bounty. I never saw one. Fetor, however ubiquitous skunk! Never the bounty them! Late dusk arriving the cabin. Good the day! Pass through the gate to the highway, remains only the field to cross. And last and luminous presence: propinquity to ponder. . . Bedraggled Lily of the Roadside: Trumpeter Datura Derelitta. Think on it. Her blossom is so very pure. . . Rank the stalk; and prickle leaf already claw gone thistle. Thorn-apple Spikings come no surprise. Lethal. Fell. Is witch-wood entered here! Choose carefully your gait. Circumnavigate My Pretty Little Pretty! Derey me! Dearie Lictious! One knows the cackle. Nightmare Crone.