Sunday, 26 of May of 2013
Drink the water and become the river
Cells die and are replaced
Your gaze on the forest
is its pathway in
Eventually
Your bones will pile up
Inside the curve where the river bends
Something for Raven to laugh about
Spiders running back and forth
Moss seeping in.
Glacier Lily
March-April 2002 Earth First!
Date: May 24, 2013
Categories: Glacier Lily
Tags: Aesthetics, bones, cells, curve, Death, Ecology, Feminist theory, Gaze, Human communication, Jacques Lacan, life, philosophy, Raven, river, spiders
In lives nested with my life
I’ve lived in places wilder
Than these thoroughly permanent grey
Chicago suburbs.
As I arrange those memories
I try to be grateful without being greedy:
Living near the wild
Is a rare and great privilege.
But even here there are still
Wild moments to discover.
On my nine-mile winter darkness bike ride I think,
“This isn’t quite like being in Yellowstone,
“Not the same kind of place
“But in the same kind of spirit.”
The darkness holds my bicycle
Close to its secret heart
Where bison breathe winter air
With simple resistance.
Jenny McBride
July-August 2005 Earth First!
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