#34-37

JD Pluecker

Foreground
              middleground
                    background
              but the camera or eye
      sticks to the back              
                banana leaves 
              grandpa's beard 
a moss 

  What does it mean to be a thing
always returning 

ever coming back to thingself?    

    Thing is
            worlding's so long been wrong 

            To re-do
  To turn 
      come back
          insist                 A move

      Pauline Oliveros listens          

    as this body throws down
              wails           cries 

fetal position 

    a friend afar 

 

who knows it is not okay

                  but how  how to awaken

cry harder til roused 

    from sleep                  


Takes decades to re-learn
            epigenetically                         

                  how to grow   in a place 

    beyond yellow brittle of leaving

tomato    jalapeño

      "This lonely feeling is deep" 
      said the plant to the artist 

    who came to our house equal

clumped the pots into an altar


      prayed for the leaders to unsettle

 

   

more than       those who never consented

        For once the manager be more troubled
  than      the waitresses 

  The clay says     I know how to unsettle the settlement

settle from the word sit
    settle meaning also reconcile 

To reckon with sitting

still      language of intimacies
intimates        signified      
          voiced or signed

A clump     A knot 
tears

a quipu
whispers an earful 

inside                         intimidation                      timid

sand murmurs 

Time

"is a shifting liquid"
said Lorenzo Thomas

"a shame / Nobody Understands / 
             shy"                                                           

summertime and the living is

okra        malabar
bananas        papayas

    Wintertime    repeats
                  ushers in gray and brown
          sub-tropical drapery

      process         convokes

ritual         a manner to stop
time        or pause a

reminder      water spurts
    gush        Time to 

                                                                            

settle up

An altar
wrapped in perished leafery     A time   as ever
for

  well-aimed undercuts