Between Nature and Us

Photo by John Royle on Unsplash

These buzzing words

the yellow screen, the 

way the willow dips 

into a swelling stream

Dirt under the nails

that makes some

hold a grudge

against the strange

no backbone sliding

rotten redwood

yellow mystery

drawing conclusions

about weird clouds

and unidentified dogs?

It’s a trap to think

our socks must match

each day, 

that anything depends on 

what brand you drink, 

that streams have a reason

to flow, to cut away

at sandy banks.

Sometimes there can be

a mystery, the un-

knowing in

a doe’s eyes, why

each raccoon

must make a fist.