Dear Blue Mussel, by Anna Chwiejczak
kicked around by tourists, / buried from the midnight / sun
kicked around by tourists, / buried from the midnight / sun
Plant a tulip upside down / She’ll u-turn toward the sun
carry on forthwith, let’s face it / we know so many helpless things
My biggest sin was always / looking for meaning
Entropy and emergence— / This is left as an exercise for the reader.
We build walls between ourselves and nature.
Though nothing natural / Can save them now.
The sunflowers don spiderweb veils, / carefully beaded with dew.
Long, wide pass of the blades, across glass and built-up snow-gut.
What does it mean to be alive?