The Gardener
Santa Clara, CA 95051
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Cool. Far out, man. God. Right on. Country. Beauty – the eye of the beholder, sanity is a fashion accessory. Reality is a free for all.
None of the above applies to my relations with doves and squirrels in the yard. Humans are something else.
Zen in the art of writing, Ray Bradbury wrote, means gathering likely material, sleeping on it, waking the next morning to harvest the results. Without coaching or prospecting for a book, this works anyway. You get something unexpected, not on schedule, no frills, and have to come up with an interpretation.:
pitch vinegar
pine lorry
?
A precognitive experience, likewise, disturbs science:
which nails present events
predicting what will happen
under what conditions
with what follow on effects
but suppose
some future event crosses the great divide
and predicts what will happen
before it gets nailed
science balks
reciting the second law of thermodynamics
* * *
a gathering of eyeballs rolls up
with paparazzi pollsters in tow
asking, has anything changed
anything fundamental?
straight towards the brim of my hat
two birds zoom in
it depends on air conditioning
and the river people in town
are talking
the birds startle and squawk
LOUDLY
whirling on tail feathers
and streak off through a tree by the fence
the eyeballs shift uneasily
beer and peanuts haven't changed much
but lines are getting longer
the traffic
people asking stupid questions
they're going to lose the scent when we cross the
river
then the delta
and don't forget
we have this opioid mess, very expensive
migrations
walls
what just happened?
here on the Kindle delta
was it a warning, a foiled attack?
just setting up for NPR
nonchalant, the paparazzi shift to
our water project, let's compare:
the supply doesn't change
but the demand, more and more people ~
do the math
eyeballs with four inches of forehead consider ~
being abstruse is almost magical
fantastic, mind blowing, exponential
(a pollster is toking up and passes round the joint)
SO! he exhales
The Ministry of Truth, man
says this stuff is the square root of negative one
can you dig it?
and you can believe whatever they say
the eyeballs are getting watery
leaders, gods, clapping hands, shaking heads,
wagging fingers
hover over red buttons
it's The Fake Reality Show, how
can people do such things
mass shootings
suicides
sir! the water pumps are overheating
but considering the forest fires are not burning
here
not in my backyard
prime time is an oxymoron
a Uranus orbiter navigating worm holes and dark
matter
discussions with neighbors
pollsters banging every door, ads, sirens, new
construction
seeing what's unseen, I see what everyone sees
and avoid visions brought by reality seekers
whatever is said
I'll be polite
a wet bird does not . . .
is not
a sign of one for the road
toad
ever which way the road not taken
goes by a grain elevator
standing tall, and there --
artificial intelligence is gulping brains
bulking up to rear the progeny
quantum computers
dude
are you game?
did the bird of paradise
eat your face?
it shits radioactive waste
are you content
there is a real serious strain
on our imagination
that in my case contained Mr. Finch and Lady
Hummingbird
losing consistency and now
hobgoblins are gnashing teeth
laughter through the void
or a containment of fused hydrogen
will be enough
I declare it
to eliminate slavery
to praise machines that do the work, but not too
much
having produced machines that we think can think
slavery is not just ending next week
but common cause calls for common sense even
fewer people
as math tends illogic in order to function
even as math and science need each other
and so that water does not flow uphill
except when logic spits back
and so to grow we need our world in symbiosis
water projects respecting deltas, estuaries, rivers
and streams
doves, people, fish beyond the limits of logic, black
is beautiful and white, yellow, tan and from our
international space station
now we can actually see it's one earth
***
the sun is lowering its shades
on my table a visitor has arrived
in these last nearly horizontal rays
miniscule crumbs are blazing pinpoints of fire
the light warms us
and the brushing back of wings
carefully over and over
is an enjoyment
a shadow flits over
he flies away
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The Gardener
Santa Clara, CA 95051
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