{"id":1715,"date":"2025-04-28T11:43:20","date_gmt":"2025-04-28T16:43:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/?p=1715"},"modified":"2025-04-28T11:43:20","modified_gmt":"2025-04-28T16:43:20","slug":"illuminational","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/2025\/04\/illuminational\/","title":{"rendered":"ILLUMINATIONAL"},"content":{"rendered":"

I.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0JUNE<\/span><\/p>\n

My sunflower bag, this June day\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

on Carmel beach\u00a0<\/span>I <\/span>fill with pink\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

stones and will go on making\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

a mosaic<\/span> of our wet and dry lives.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

How the yellow heaven prefers\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

yellow: palo verde coats\u00a0the desert\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

golden and once\u00a0the bees do\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

their work, edible fruit beans.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/p>\n

Nothing is hidden, nothing is\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

prolonged.\u00a0Green trunks do\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

as green does:\u00a0live, expand, die.<\/span>
\n<\/span>And we all want blackberry days.<\/span><\/p>\n

Because our lives are mid-sting,<\/span><\/p>\n

consider the sand dollars and<\/span><\/p>\n

Monterrey glass angels psalming<\/span><\/p>\n

our fondness into watering lists.<\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>East of the greenhouse, clouds<\/span><\/p>\n

cast shadows, beckon rain as<\/span><\/p>\n

magnitude and sudden vanishing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We are growing reverent <\/span>in situ.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

How twilight fossil beds teach me\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

to settle grief. A moment of vision:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

slates of purple moorland framed<\/span><\/p>\n

by flattened leaf blades defying wind.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

II.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 COSMOS DREAMING<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

One day<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span> \u00a0\u00a0 my own field<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

sunlight webwork<\/span><\/p>\n

in the living<\/span><\/p>\n

room<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0<\/span> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 broken silk spikes<\/span><\/p>\n

knife through my chest<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span> \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I am graced<\/span><\/p>\n

with a million holes<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

where these lives<\/span><\/p>\n

vertiginous<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 have reached through me<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

flower-chasers<\/span><\/p>\n

in a time of strange rain<\/span><\/p>\n

and spring amalgams<\/span><\/p>\n

of greenness and heatwave<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Ray and the wind<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I tell him wild sugarcane<\/span><\/p>\n

volunteers to rise of its own<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span> free will,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

as any good weed should.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The same relics of desire:<\/span><\/p>\n

grain to the knees<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I wonder if there will be<\/span><\/p>\n

children, if we will<\/span><\/p>\n

bring them here<\/span><\/p>\n

one day<\/span><\/p>\n

to know\u00a0<\/span>dead of<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

in windows<\/span><\/p>\n

of summer<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Some desires<\/span><\/p>\n

can leave us barren<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span> \u00a0\u00a0 unable to find<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 a new way<\/span><\/p>\n

to say the cosmos colors<\/span><\/p>\n

we hope rise<\/span><\/p>\n

from the ground<\/span><\/p>\n

where small feet<\/span><\/p>\n

glide seed.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

III.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 ABUNDANTIA<\/span><\/p>\n

In these last days, departments<\/span><\/p>\n

of every desire.<\/span><\/p>\n

Glass angels leave their cenotaphs<\/span><\/p>\n

and I lower my face to the water.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sorrow: a good reason for our forgetting.<\/span><\/p>\n

Guests without devotion<\/span><\/p>\n

congregate<\/span><\/p>\n

on the balcony<\/span><\/p>\n

with sunbellies.<\/span><\/p>\n

Acceptance: a sudden clearing<\/span><\/p>\n

and splitting what belongs<\/span><\/p>\n

to us.<\/span><\/p>\n

Standing in front of the largest organ<\/span><\/p>\n

in the world, what you will find<\/span><\/p>\n

is the pipes speaking to you.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

How you\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

define memory<\/span><\/p>\n

is the butterfly effect.<\/span><\/p>\n

A wetland sphered is my Ray,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve come to be xeromorph.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A wetland sphered is my Ray,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

an opening, a fourth man of fire.<\/span><\/p>\n

Remember the illuminationals:<\/span><\/p>\n

berries on the afghan,<\/span><\/p>\n

Nevada letters to a phantom sister,<\/span><\/p>\n

grapefruit, binoculars at Fish Lake,<\/span><\/p>\n

red merle resting in sawgrass.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The life balm of a promise is<\/span><\/p>\n

comfort in a word that may burn,<\/span><\/p>\n

a chest of devotions, was it?<\/span><\/p>\n

A wetland sphered is my Ray,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

foundations in abundance nebulaed<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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