IRL, or In Real Life

 

A delivery of embalmed flowers

Shimmering delta water at high tide

 

Plastic particulate in mothers’ milk

The sun splicing through a redwood forest

 

Drones buzzing bears from habitat

A sister’s hand steadying you as you slip

 

Algorithm at the helm

A secret wound slowly closing

 

The ground beneath your feet shaking

Ancestral voices heard through a conch

 

The stench of an era rotting

The ylang ylang tree blooming, regardless

 

Whales led astray by sonar

A new life cracking an egg

 

Dread paving the way to paralysis

Humans rediscovering that nothing is still

 

At this juncture everything falters and shifts

Be nimble on your feet, there is no known path

 

Pina Piccolo, Benicia, February 4, 2025

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