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| David Olivares |
(—for Angela Carroll-Wallace and Listening to Mother)
She begins with branches that curve,
whispering an entry-way,
focal point
and moves each one
from the loam and litter,
thin with hope
that others will see
with more than their eyes.
Spindly fibers, less supple
serve as cording, sure and thick
encasing
connections to meditations,
to being led to a knowing
400 million years in the making.
To a pulsing brain beneath her feet
rife with stories and lineages,
intuition which was alive
before settling in her body
as she builds a physical bridge;
an honoring to fungi teaching trees to root,
anaerobic teaching aerobic to breathe
cell building cell, adapting, evolving.
Her inhalation, their exhalation
life and death in beautiful dance;
a celebration in renewal
as the cording and curving are created.
There is sustenance in death,
strings of brown leaves tied,
spinning in the wind like waves
on a shore, light spilling through:
a mystery and the knowing of a secret.
Each season is a heartbeat,
a whorl and expansion of tissue
in a stalk of wood,
that gives itself over and over again;
to learn and luxuriate in commune, in
symbiosis, in contentment.
Remember: we make a cairn to
convey a message
but each stone
sitting upon the other
tells its own.
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| Loralee Clark Loralee Clark’s latest chapbook, Solemnity Rites (Prolific Pulse Press, 2025), is an account of reimagined myths and truths of who we are as humans and how we live our histories. She has been published most recently in Periwinkle Pelican, White Stag Journal, Chewers by Masticadores, Nude Bruce Review, Lucky Leaves, Everscribe, The Rockford Review, and Soul Poetry, Prose and Art Magazine. Loralee resides in Virginia; her website is sites.google.com/view/ |
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