Cloud Based Activism
Round bales carapaced in black, in the fields, in formations.
Clouds that blew in from an oil painting, circa 1700.
Love how the trees lean from a predominant onshore.
Our white car, new, we even keep it clean, drives by the crossroads where the sheep thief was buried. Circa?
Imagine the dirt under his fingernails; why this detail? They hanged him on Gallows Hill.
Up in the town they beheaded a priest, circa 1600.
Not the same ‘they’ as in people, the same ‘they’ as in upholders of the law.
Home is mildly clean, swept, the garden tangled, verdant.
So what’s the right thing to do?
This history that leads to here, this present time stuck with bits of beautiful, bits of raw inequality?
From global to local, the thread that leads to my own door?
Where does this go?
Simple advice to myself: it is up to me, just what I do. Avoid apathy.
Buy local, there’s a start, make your own bread.
Hand over the earth with minimal apology.
Broken necks are vivid stories: keep the stories, leave the acts.
Life is full of breaking.
Move on with the clouds.
Mind drifts, nebulous, fractal.
Either storms come next, or sun.
Clouds that blew in from an oil painting, circa 1700.
Love how the trees lean from a predominant onshore.
Our white car, new, we even keep it clean, drives by the crossroads where the sheep thief was buried. Circa?
Imagine the dirt under his fingernails; why this detail? They hanged him on Gallows Hill.
Up in the town they beheaded a priest, circa 1600.
Not the same ‘they’ as in people, the same ‘they’ as in upholders of the law.
Home is mildly clean, swept, the garden tangled, verdant.
So what’s the right thing to do?
This history that leads to here, this present time stuck with bits of beautiful, bits of raw inequality?
From global to local, the thread that leads to my own door?
Where does this go?
Simple advice to myself: it is up to me, just what I do. Avoid apathy.
Buy local, there’s a start, make your own bread.
Hand over the earth with minimal apology.
Broken necks are vivid stories: keep the stories, leave the acts.
Life is full of breaking.
Move on with the clouds.
Mind drifts, nebulous, fractal.
Either storms come next, or sun.
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