Nature

 ániid nahóółtą́

 ániidigo
 nahóółtą́ą

 chxósh

chxósh

 chxósh

 chxósh

 naanahóółtą́

k’ad
 nááts…

Last Easter, I gave my mother-in-law a large, brown, simple ceramic
            Navajo water pot, shiny with pine…

In the morning the flower
petal wakes up,
the flower petal yawns and
stretches,
the flower petal goes…

 rain passed through

 just now
 rain

 chxósh

chxósh

 chxósh

 chxósh

 rain rained

now
 rainbow
 stretches

water   …

chahóółhxeel
sǫ’ bitsádinidiin
nahookǫs bikǫ’
binaago deikaah
sǫ’ binahjį’
hane’ náás oot’ih

night drapes
stars emit light
around the north star-fire
stars journey
in their wake
stories extend…

Abínígo ch’iłbaa hózhóní
ch’ínádzi’,
Bí ch’ilátahózhóón nídiich’ah
dóó ádík’as,
Tłeé’go ch’łbaahózhóní
ná…

I heard their young hearts crying
Loveward above the glancing oar
And heard the prairie grasses sighing…

The migration continues. Continuous. Sporadic. 
With mathematical complexity, wind 
over sand 
 *
Ropes …

Ask me if I speak for the snail and I will tell you
I speak for the snail.
                         speak of underneathedness
and the welcome of mosses,
                                       of life that springs up,
little lives that pull back and wait for a moment.

in the DMZ ravines north of the Kaesong wastes edging
south of the perfect ruler’s pink and prisoned paradisethere is a climate paying no attention to us where cranes
repopulate serpentine deltas

Or is it a great tide that covers the rock-pool
so that it and the rock are indistinguishable

from the…

Wake, butterfly—
it's late, we've miles
to go together.

  "When one is seen gliding through the woods and close to the observer, it passes like a thought, and…

We should not mind so small a flower 
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the …

Grief is a Mouse—
And chooses Wainscot in the Breast
For His shy House—
And baffles quest—

These are your stones, assembled in matchbox and tin,
collected from roadside, culvert, and viaduct,
battlefield…