wilting leaves

this plant
wanted life most
her clipping bled
and rooted down
faltering at first and failing
desperate she
grasping breath while wilting leaves
trembling with passing cars
found wet soil and
touched the sun

visceral energies

the turbine shifts
and water flows out, down, around.
there is a gush flooding
transmitting visceral energies
to healers and even
your kin
they wash up on the shoreline laughing
and transform into effigies
wandering
in the desert of roses
as bones
and coyotes
and mothers of children

only god knows

God is Here.
God is There.
God is Everywhere.