Whispering Gallery
Astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
An extinct tree brought back to life,
the judean date palm from a clay jar,
a symbol of fertility and cherished medicinal aphrodisiac.
The first plant grown on another world,
a cotton seed in a grow container,
“life in a canister would not survive the lunar night”.
We owe our existence to a six-inch layer of topsoil
and the rain.
The rain!
It rained down
atmospheric rivers in the sky.
Trees fell.
Shutdown! Appropriation of the word ‘twerk’
twist, jerk, dance through language
in time...
mushrooms blossomed.
Default code repeats in the universe,
a simple pattern, a simple fibonacci sequence.
Each number the sum of the two before
spiral out pine cones and the pineal,
tree branches, seashells, and all the galaxies.
The proportions of bodies and even the human uterus
unfold in this sequence.
Chambers of the nautilus echo the oceans,
deep in DNA. It unfolds all the way to Jupiter
wraps around Io and returns
not so simple, a copy paste fractal.
Now speak of our insignificance!
The stars incline us, they do not bind us.
The devotion of a human father separates us from other apes,
but they cry war and decease.
Conquer the self
in words of worthless worry
washed up in all the dry legalese.
Seeds, kale, and red meat once a month
Is the ultimate diet to save the world.
Would you like a warm up,
a touch up?
Before the wild species goes extinct,
pour a half a cup... after cup;
“the future of coffee grows darker and darker”.
Breaking the rules of light,
step into my whispering gallery and ask,
“can we eat our way out of this?”
Can we love what we love?
Will we be living on a scorched planet of shrunken earth bursting with human beings?
The hemispherical enclosure guides the waves,
“the contiguous united states lost its last wild caribou”
whisper and repeat after me,
“trace the thinnest tendrils glowing at record speed making neural connections”
“weigh the emotional dimensions of pain”
Expansion...
did you catch that whisper?
“When earth got pummeled,
the rate at which impacts produce craters on the moon can calibrate ages in planetary science”
Stung by one more, a bee danced in the smoke.
Biodiversity is not just in the numbers.
“In highly altered agricultural environments,
years and years of pollinator evolution is lost.” Ancestral history matters.
Standardizing science for conversation is a reward driven behavior for the cerebellum.
Land use swings the landscape pendulum,
Now look at the pigment of the blue-footed booby,
specialized fish eater plunging and diving
with its vibratory thin whistle
and polysyllabic grunts filling the air,
The telltale colour of sky blue health.
Others in the trap hatch a congress of truths
dancing and sky pointing, raise his webbed foot in stealth.
“Does someone hear you on the other side?”, ask yourselves.
