Morning Teacup
My morning teacup contains
essence of youth
seemingly impossible dreams
loving friendship
heartbreak
anger “how could you?”
all memories, dreams and conversations
since back in the 80’s when
we first were becoming
a family.
Everyone eats Someone
Massaging the cat that eats the grass, rubbing against the
houseplant the cat does not eat, as breakfast awaits in the kitchen I think,
“Everyone eats someone.” Plants eat. But don’t have mouths.
So if grass eats through sun and roots and leaves and dirt, do we
eat through skin and breath as well as mouths? Vitamin D we eat from the sun
into our skin, I’m told. Breatharians sell lots of tickets, but often get
found out sneaking snacks at 7-11 in the night.
Some animals eat yet starve to death. They eat the plastic we
humans manufacture and dump, adding inedibles into the food chain, thereby
breaking links in that chain. Krill gone. Salmon runs from floods to trickles.
Sea tortoises die of starvation with bellies full of plastic. Humans.
Reproducing even though we multiplying billions are eating ourselves and other
species out of house and home and existence.
Fertility clinics should be
outlawed.
Bird Sings
Bird sings.
Plane roars.
We are drowning out Nature’s voice.
Listen.
What is the bird telling you?
