The Downsizing: Year 3
page 16 of Tarot #5
“There’s some funny winds out there,”
said the boatman, scratching his neck.
The first easterly (ever) roared down,
laying unprepared trees on their backs.
Deep contour troughs of rain collected
like overhead ponds and then dumped
gallons too thick to see through, too thin
to handle hydro dams in the south.
Grey-green children howled at the door
dripping with things that used to matter
yelling for more, and more, and more
while the rivers ran upside down.
page 24 of Tarot #5
My ideas scull the thermals
they come back to settle by my feet
The ginger cat wafts like seed-pod fluff
cruising the margins of his drift
Books line shelves, words line books
coffee cups line the kitchen sink
When power lines end in infinity
how should we ask where they start?