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