Angielski
Ripples invites an awakening-"the sun lifting itself, over the fence, and the tree." As we read, "a ripple wave appears ... a pine nut falls into the dark, still pond ..." Dying monarchs, oily waters of the Mississippi, emaciated polar bears-the mindless rush of life is transformed through a meditation of the moment. Mindful observations allow us to see through our fears. Ask the delicate holy basil leaves why we live; watch it grow; steep tulsi; and hear "There's not just you, there's us."
Shock waves of the pandemic threaten to kill our abilities to feel and see: shameful social injustices alongside connections. "Look at those two rivers ... Kneel on your knees in the boat. Lean over the edge at the very touching of the two-where the seagulls shimmer off the water-where sun glimmers. ... What do you see now, cupped in your palms? Not the dense brown, like first you saw, not the green-blue, but another color, another color."
Poems that help us acknowledge the disease of fear and hatred. How do we think about race, gender, and sexual orientation? "Is our mind, our environment, / and our environment, our mind?" Who are we as a culture of individuals? Self and Other start to bleed into each other. "We paint on our face" to try to function in a society that suffocates diversity, individuality, creativity. While "one thing you can't control / is your heart."
